Brá frá Reykjavík (IS2001225271) 

By: Adam frá Ásmundarstöðum (IS1993186930)
Out of: Björk frá Kýrholti (IS1989258435)

Brá is a 15 yo 5 gaited mare (confirmed pregnant by Álfur frá Selfossi (IS2002187662)
Red bay no white markings (Rauðjörp)
BLUP 107

Her extended pedigree:

We collected her off the boat this morning. Brá has travelled all the way from Norway where she has been living since her original importation from Iceland.

Brá seems to have travelled well so I immediately put her out with the others and left her to graze on some hay.

The others were intrigued but kept their distance as Brá made it very clear that is what she could cope with.

The snow still hasn’t gone, so after lunch I caught Brá, tied her up, tried a rug on her, took it off again, gave her a good brush, talked to her and led her around the school to see what she thought of things.  To start with Brá was very apprehensive and jumpy so I chatted away in my low calm-voice while she relaxed and I brushed away all the travel knots.  She led nicely, listening to me and stopped when I stopped.  I could see Brá was tense and very tired so I gave her a bucket of food and then put her in the small separate stable with a big pile of the silage she likes.  I dragged Iacs in by his chin hairs to keep her company in the next door bigger stall.

Tomorrow is a new day and I think after a good sleep and feed, Brá will be fine and will be more receptive to meeting everyone.

I think we got off lightly.  A slightly rumbled derelict shed wall and the sheep shed roof is a bit less attached to its moorings (the builder is on his way).

The horses all seem very relaxed and calm after their long stay indoors.  The mucking out was horrendous and done by OH who never once complained.  That man needs a medal.

So now we have snow.  Great big lumps of splatty snow falling out of the sky and everyone wants to be able to choose whether they are in or out.

I gave up and opened the gate so the herd have free access to the bale of silage and the shed, if they want.

Today’s snow brought out a certain playful side in certain small Minions.

It was lovely to see my little boys playing.  I think Silver was egging the ever-easily-led Tiddles on.  He does believe everything they tell him.  I am reminded of the blue goldfish scenario.

Everyone is disgusting – filthy and wet but I am not worried.

Delia is doing well. Her rug is a god-send and she understands she must stand still when I am trying to put it her on in gale force winds and it is flapping around her ears.  I love that pony. She has a quiet dignity that many could learn from.

Little Himself is looking good too – he is still nursing from Hetja who, of course, is the most perfect of mothers.

And then suddenly there was a crash – as in someone was doing bad things and it all went very wrong.  Lambie shot out of a shed towards me. (I must not laugh, I must not laugh – but honestly, that wool is hilarious!)

I was in a foul mood today and then I went outside and laughed at the madness of it all.

No photos, for obvious reasons.

I woke up to hear the wind blowing outside.  Nothing huge but I knew what was to come.  I shot out of bed, got dressed and OH kindly came outside with me.  The horses were already inside from last night and we had an hour before the hurricane really took its hold so time was important.

I went to the feed shed and managed to get a bucket of sheep food which I put in a safe unwindy place for later.

Then I met OH in the big school shed.  We filled up buckets and, while OH did a bit of a poo-pick, I went into the stable and pushed each Minion through to join the big boys.  They need the space and had probably irritated the girls all night.

I then swept the muck on the floor to one side, spread out the remainder of a bale of sawdust, topped up everyone’s water and opened a bale of silage, splitting it between the girls.

Meanwhile, OH fetched a bale for the boys and we took it in, opened it and split it up for everyone.

I threw a bucket of food at the sheeps and we ended up by locking them in their shed as their roof began to lift off.  There was nothing we could do, just watch and pray it didn’t go and if it did, that it didn’t take anything else with it.

The wind has been over 100mph and this was no weather to go outside (Red Alert weather warning).

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-35443514

Snow is now forecast (sarcastic yay) and the gale continues for another 24 hours (another sarcastic yay).

Just before dark, the wind had died down slightly so OH and I went out and repeated the feeding and watering process for the horses.  We made the executive decision to let Lambie and Ster out of their shed as they would be safer finding their own place to hunker down in.  They were overjoyed and bounced all over the place with happiness!  Daft sheeps.

I think this will be the last of the sun we see for the foreseeable future.

The 24 hours are about to be horrendous.

I am not looking forward to the storm but I spent today going to the feed merchants, stocking up and preparing for the onslaught.

I called the girl/gelding herd up from their field and let them eat the tail-end of the bail.

While they were doing this, I was getting the stable and the big indoor school ready for its’ residents.  Of course, there were endless offers of help and then much fending off of the helpers.

And then I found Lambie and howled with laughter! (I think he is looking very sheepish!)

He was happily wearing the saddle rack and was trying to wander about in his new fashion outfit.  Sadly, the front legs kept catching on things.

Lambie, of course, was completely unperturbed.  Is this a form of cross-dressing or should we just call him Lady BaBa!?

Once the girl/gelding herd were safely in their stable, I went over the hill to bring Kappi and Taktur home.

When I reached their gate, I realised I hadn’t brought a headcollar with me, so I opened the gate and hoped for the best.  They wandered out (I was a tad nervous now).

But they didn’t need telling twice and made a beeline for home. (Phew).

Even waiting patiently by the gate, while I walked back home at a slightly slower speed.

They are very good boys and I know I am stupid to trust a stallion but really it would only be Kappi that buggered off into the hill, never Taktur.

Wish us luck (I am dreading this).

After breakfast, everyone ran off to be outside.  No more standing in sheds waiting for the rain to stop – until the next storm which is lurking on the horizon.

Even Les Grandes Dames wanted out, which is unheard of by them.

I always think after a long night of being stuck indoors, everyone needs space.

Anyway, this leads me nicely to showing you Iacs and BeAnne eating all the cauliflower and broccoli stalks.

I am feeling very sorry for Iacs. His foot his not doing anything much, though his lameness is not as bad, but he doesn’t want to go out into the field. I am not going to force him because the fields are muddy and if there is an abscess brewing, then it will do it no good standing 24/7 in knee-deep gutter and shitery.

Iacs has one unique talent.  He is most famous for his ability to pass wind at any given situation, including while recording a legendary Norwegian tv sitcom where he farted every time the director said “Silence, please” to start to record and film the dialogue.  It was so bad that they gave up and said “we’ll dub over it”.

I dread to think what BeAnne will be like tonight.

Surprisingly, Lambie and Ster were not interested in the shrubbery lying on the ground.

Ster is a changed sheep. He has grown and filled out beautifully.

Iacs is determined to fill out with his own personal silage bale.  If that keeps him happy, then he is welcome to it.