I found these three boys standing together looking rather gorgeous.

Almost gorgeous!  There is always one.  Thank you Klaengur.

Hjalti is wintering well.  He is such a cool little dude.  The spit of his mother.

However, the first cousins, Haakon and Iacs, have aged a lot this winter.

I found a huge mass of grey fur under Iacs’ silly-frilly. I was shocked when I saw it.  I did not expect to see so much so quickly.  He is only 23 years young.  Haakon is a year older and has no grey hairs.

So, yesterday, I gave in and put a rug on Haakon who is looking too thin for my liking. I think that last cold spell, when I had flu, really got to him.

In his youth, Haakon would have had a hissy fit if he saw or went near a rug.  He appears to have grown out of this behaviour and is happy to accept this new fashion.

As Efstur’s rug (Delia’s ex) was not fitting very well, I bought him a new one.

By the time I had decided it was too small, I couldn’t send it back.  So I have told myself that it will do for one of the yearlings, if needed, next winter and I have ordered the next size up.  I can only blame my own stupidity.

Anyway, as both horses were happy to have a go at wrecking each other’s rug, I shouted at them and felt much better!

Every sheep, like good little boys, went into their field with the help of a bag of carrots being waved at them. Inspiration and subsequent reward are everything.

All except one.

Lambie went and sat outside the front door.

And waited.

He had a not-so-little friend too to keep him company.

(this is when she puts her head back so I can kiss the top of her head – I luffs her)

Feeling sorry for a poor miserable and now-lonely sheep, I gave Lambie a second breakfast.

And then conveniently my OH went into town.

So guess who came home!

(smug face)

Haakon has had some time off to recover from being lame.  To this day, I have no idea why he was lame but I believe in time being a great healer so that is what I gave him – lots of time, shoes off and we would reassess a few weeks later.

So yesterday, as Haakon had stopped being lame, Bjørn, our trainer and farrier, shod him – fronts and backs.

Today it was a nice, if blowy, day, and I thought I would go out for a plod to see how Haakon was now he had shoes on again.

Of course Haakon was snoozing in the morning sun.

Daisy and Kappi decided to come along too.

This is the best sight in my world.

While he has been off work, Haakon has lost a lot of muscle and condition so we thought we would take it slowly.

We went along very happily and I let Haakon make his own decisions based on how he felt.

He tölted a bit and he cantered a little, but mostly we stuck to walk.

He was the same as ever – willing and happy but not very fit.  He didn’t struggle being ridden and we went to the “top of the world”.

He had his usual argument with Kappi and wanted to be at the front.

On the way home, Daisy and Kappi trotted past (that’s them in the far distance – the small dot!)

So, I played music on my iPod and Haakon and I pottered home listening to Al Stewart!

Once the Spring grass appears, I am hoping Haakon will fill out and, with regularly riding, develop muscle.

It was lovely going for a ride again.

While my OH was walking Loki around Leradale, I stayed with the Minions to brush them and sit on a rock for a chat.

Instantly, my coat was destined to be eaten.

And Dreki was watching, taking it all in.  What have I done?

I had already rescued my camera from Waffle who took it for a little ride….  And then Tiddles found my precious thermal leather gloves.

I shouted at him to put them down but Tiddles was having none of it.  Yes, I ended up chasing him in circles around the field until I finally got my glove back. He was not sorry.  Not nearly sorry enough.

Silver pretended to be a good boy.

Fivla was beautiful.  Today, I was trying to brush manes and forelocks.

The conditioning spray was carefully hung on the fence.

But only for a short time.

The conditioning spray had no hope. Everyone wanted it.

The brush was doomed too.

Various dfferent ponies made a point of eating my coat.

All my things!

Then, of course, there was the headcollar, which I didn’t use but brought along just in case.

And still Dreki watched. Taking it all in.

Somebody wanted something.

And Dreki was always available to help.

On a good note, I also managed to introduce Dreki to being brushed.  I did his tail.

And a vague attempt at his mane.  He is very sticky from the lick bucket which is his personal friend but he stood still and enjoyed being brushed.

What is that adage?  Never work with animals or children.  I am exhausted from rescuing my personal property from the Minions.  I ended up sitting on a rock just laughing at them.  Best therapy ever.

It’s blimmin’ freezing here with a fierce south-east wind.  There was even ice on the water troughs and buckets this morning.

But on the plus-side, the mud is drying up, which cheers me slightly.

I went for a wander with my camera.

I will admit to not feeling terribly inspired about anything at the moment.  It is just too cold.

The Boyzens are clever and know where to look for the best shelter – the back of the indoor school.  It is almost balmy there.

They were all sitting comfortably chewing their cud.  ‘Ster, as ever, enjoying his fashionable food look.

Lambie is not as fat as the others despite special efforts to feed him up.

‘Bert is another fat woolly boy.  Some might say obese.

Puzzah is his usual self.  He has his loving moments and is really trying to behave.  He knows his name and comes when he is called.

I went into Albie and Newt’s field for a little chat.

They are so very loving and appreciate my visits.  Always lots of hugs, especially for Albie.

I am glad they have each other and it is a good idea they are in this field.  I know they miss the others but there is far less mud and they can mooch about for miles if they want.

Could someone bring Spring back please.  We need it.

I love this photo.  It shows how bleak I am feeling.  Abba meets the Eastern Bloc!