Yup, you’ve guessed – it is truly vile outside so I have not taken my camera outdoors.  No photos of today.   Just imagine rain and wind and then double it.  Utterly revolting outside.

The horses and ponies are all in except for the Liradale ones, who have plenty of grass and shelter.  I am trying hard not to worry about them.

Today’s blog, therefore, is a rainy day one about Waffle or The Waff, as he is known.

Waffle is one of the original Minions who stayed on to keep Storm company when he had nowhere else to go.

Silver is his 2nd cousin three times removed.  This is an interesting fact as these two paired up the day they arrived.  They have always been best friends.

However, there is no relationship between Waffle with Storm, Tiddles or Newt.

I am not surprised by this.  Storm, Tiddles and Newt are miniature Shetland ponies (up to 34″ or 86cm) anyway.

Having said that, Albie is Waffle’s 4th cousin once removed so that skuppers my size theory!  Albie is a miniature Shetland pony.

Waffle is supposed to be a standard Shetland pony (up to 42″ or 106.6cm) but actually comes in as a midi (around 36″ – 38″ or 91.5cm – 96.5cm).  I must measure him the next time he is home.  Maybe he will have grown taller.  He has certainly grown wider!

As for the black standard Shetland ponies, Waffle is related to Vitamin and Lyra – Vitamin is Waffle’s 2nd cousin 3 times removed….

as is Lyra according to my Relationship Calculator.  Can’t you just see that family resemblance?

He is not related to Delia at all.

Funnily enough, Waffle is not related to any of the Icelandic horses, although he wants to be one when he grows up!

”

“You can choose your friends but you sho’ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge ’em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t.”

― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

From tonight onwards, we are in for a bit of weather.

So there is much to do – feeding horses, checking other horses, gathering up extra silage for tomorrow and battening down the hatches everywhere.

These guys will stay outside during the gale.

They are strong and have plenty of shelter plus endless piles of silage.

Apparently, Iacs and Haakon look like the pregnant mares!  Oh, the shame!

The other herd at Liradale are fine too.  There is shelter from the surrounding hills and dry-stone dykes (walls).  They probably won’t know anything is going on.

When I did a head count, I found Storm around the corner.  He was having forty winks.

This lot are indoors tonight.  I have given them the indoor school and taken their rugs off.  Old ladies and little foals sometimes need to have a break from the vile weather.

Daisy’s horses – Kappi and Taktur also live in at night.  They are in training so that is their earned privilege.

I think the only victims in this gale are going to be the spring flowers that were just thinking about putting in an appearance.

Of course, they are peaking far too early.

Q:  Why didn’t they wait for Spring?  February is not Spring.  Not even slightly close.
A:  Because it has been too warm for this time of year and they have been lulled into a false sense of security.

Their appearance will be brief and they were lovely for a very short time.

Tomorrow everything will probably be gone or looking very battered.

Sad.  It was beginning to look pretty again.

Hey ho, wish us luck.  The gale will be a 24 job with added rain too!  Yay.

I can’t ride Klængur in the school as he is determined to mix up all his gaits and even trot – a heinous crime in my book (this photo shows pace).  I can only tölt.  My back does not like any other gait.  I would lose my balance if Klængur trotted and probably fall off.  I also don’t want Klængur to find this out.  The deal is that Daisy rides him in the school and I ride him outside.  He has never once offered to trot outside (strange, but true and I have no idea why – perhaps it is because my arse is bigger!)

Daisy is very determined and works hard with Klængur.  He is ridden at least twice a week by one of us.

I really enjoy watching Daisy ride.  It is a pleasure.

We promised my younger daughter, Flossie, that we would keep Klængur in training while she was away at university.

In the school, Daisy works on bending, collection, half-halts and Klængur’s general attitude towards the outside track.  He tends to add another gait, push his rider off balance and then swerve into the school in ever decreasing circles.  This is not out of malice but because he finds his work very difficult.

Klængur’s reward is to stretch at the end.  He loves this and it is very important part to give him this.

Meanwhile we went out for a ride today – I rode Klængur while Daisy and Bjørn, our trainer, rode Kappi and Taktur.  BeAnne suddenly appeared out of nowhere so I stayed back to keep an eye on her.  Klængur went like a dream – we tölted everywhere.  Who knows what goes through his head.   We ❤️ him and his strange complicated little ways!

Gypsy and Gina have been with us for eight days (remember we picked them up last Friday from Yell on behalf of the SSPCA?)

Yesterday, the vet came to microchip them, look at their teeth (rasping was necessary) and generally give them an “MOT and service”.

It all went fine and I let the girls stay around the house afterwards to enjoy the brief winter sun on their backs.

As I write this, I am not sure of Gina and Gypsy’s future.  I am only looking after them on behalf of the SSPCA while the important decisions are being made.  They are not Thordale ponies.

They are easy enough to have around.  Nice girls.  Gina is fed twice a day and mostly has a rug on (if weather dictates) while Gypsy gets silage.  Every day I work on her catching and leading skills.  It didn’t take long for her to learn and now I can go up to her in the field with a carrot and put on a headcollar so that is all positive.

We will see what happens.  I am not making the decisions.

The sun is shining!  I know, sit down, recover – there is a bright thing in the sky!

I came across this little family enjoying the better weather.  Ok, it was windy, but no one minded.

I think Albie and Newt are good friends now.

Newt has his uses.  He makes a good wind break!

I am so pleased they have sorted out their differences and actually like each other now.  I was worried for a while.

Newt is the boss of Albie.

Newt, for all of his lack of size, is a very determined little chap.  Nothing gets in his way.

Albie is very happy to let Newt make all the decisions.

25 whole inches of ruling the world, or at least Albie.

Zzzzz……

Tor is teaching her boys well and we love her for that.

I went to Liradale to check the other reprobates and upon my return, I found this little pile of ponies.

I crept round with my camera to take better photos but Albie had stood up by the time I reached them.

I think these two will be ok together.  They have a bond and they will have it forever.  I just hope it is strong enough for Albie because Tor will have to leave in the Spring.

Yes, I lie awake at night and worry about that too.