According to the news, Storm Henry (oh why, oh why do they have to name them? – it is so naff) missed us.
Despite the “miss”, I went out to inspect a fence in Sandness that has been crashed into and, on my way home, I stopped by Dale Beach to take some photos of the wild sea. I sat in my little car taking photos while it was buffeted about. Outside was very noisy too.
Meanwhile, at home, previously, I had thrown everyone equine outside into the hill park and told them to get on with it. I am fed up with lurking horses and ponies saying “feed me” all the time. A bit of fresh air is good for everyone.
Brá seems to have settled quickly. She had a good night’s sleep and had been lying down, so was rested and much more open to meeting the herd. She won’t let me talk to her but comes rushing if there is a bucket of food involved. Between her and Haakon, it is like being chased by sharks!
I have let them all come in around the house this evening to eat the silage bale. Only Les Grandes Dames are in the little stable and the rest can come and go as they please. The door is open.
There is a silage bale out which they have taken a hatred against (it’s got a “funny taste”). I want it finished as they started biting chunks out of it while it was still wrapped up.
These are the main culprits and I am feeling a bit “bloody horses” at the moment.
I am trying hard not to be cross with Hetja as she is still nursing but, honestly, this lot have the ruddy world on a plate and yet they go on the rampage.