We have had heavy rain all day and the burn (stream) that runs through my land at Thordale has broken its banks and flooded some of the lower field where Taktur and the young lads currently live.

I was just going to my she-shed when I happened to look over to see Dreki standing on a rapidly flooding “island” with his friends on the other side of the burn.  I returned to the house, shouted up the stairs for a second opinion from Flossie, who was home and we both decided he was probably stuck.  It has happened before with another horse many years ago.

Donning full waterproofs, fetching a headcollar and a carrot, I carefully walked down the hill to lead Dreki to safety, not that he was in any danger.

Dreki was thrilled to see me and my carrot.  He immediately walked over to me thus proving he was neither stuck nor minding.

So I fed him the carrot since I had brought it.

Efstur and Hjalti on t’other side then decided they were stuck and wanted to come back over to where the carrots were, ie with me.

The burn was too high to cross so I threw the carrots over for them to find.

But, still they wanted to be on the other side, which was impossible – you can see Dreki’s “island” better in this photo.

By now, I had also been joined by Taktur who was feigning polite interest.

There was not much else I could do.

They will all have to wait for the burn to recede, which will probably be some time tonight.

So we have the Ginger Ninjas on one side and the Black Beauties on the other.  It is always good to colour co-ordinate.

Newt is incredibly cute.

Is it because Newt is only 28″ high?  Even some of the grass in his field is nearly as tall as he is.  He could get lost in there and we might never find him.

I know all my Shetland ponies are adorable but there is just something nummy-nummy about Newt.

When he leaves all the other ponies to come and be hugged, even my granite heart melts.

Newt is a very sociable little chap too.  He likes a nice chat.

And a quiet little nose kissey between friends.

The others are all doing very well. We have opened up the gates between their three fields as there is some wet and windy weather ahead.  The lower field can flood so I want everyone to have the option of better shelter and higher land, if they need.

In the next few days, as herd leader, I am relying on Vitamin to make the right decisions on behalf of everyone.  With the wisdom of her years, she knows the score and is is well experienced in Shetland weather.

This summer Fivla has adopted Albie and they spend much of their time together, which is lovely to watch.

Fivla has taught Albie many important skills, like manners in the herd and it has done him nothing but good.

Obviously all the horses and ponies will be checked daily and no one will be left on their own to struggle.

I always worry, though. It’s what I do best.

 

 

 

 

I crept up on mother and daughter fast asleep together (Lilja had been put on guard duty).

Seeing them together, you can see that Sóley the Foaly is the spit of her beautiful mother, Hetja.

Sóley, aka Buttercup, stood up but Hetja remained lying down. I fed her a carrot and said hello.

Little Sóley was very happy to talk to me.  Like Lilja, her sister, she adores people.

Hetja eventually stood up and started grooming with Lilja.  The Hairst (Shetland autumn) wind is blowing now, there is definitely a change in the air and with that all the flies and midges have vanished.  Everyone is much happier.

Dear little Sóley is enchanting.  I sat on a rock and the two sisters came and chatted to me.  I spent a lovely time tickling her belly while kissing her beautiful nosey thinking life is very good.

There is something magical about a foal nose and Sóley’s has one of the best.  She is such a nice little person too and totally calm about everything.  This is a very special Icelandic horse.

Ladles and jellyspoons, may I present to you, my daughter….

Daisy Taylor, BSc (Hons), MSc (Dist)

Oh yes. Get in!

For the past two years, since returning from Norway, Daisy (my elder daughter) has been enrolled at The Royal (Dick) School of Veterinary Studies in Edinburgh studying online a Masters degree in Equine Science.

We’ve just found out that she has passed, and even better, with Distinction.

Plus, and I do have to really boast here, she has won the Equine Science Dissertation Thesis Award. A prize. She gets a prize so of course we will, en famille, all travel down to Edinburgh in November to clap and cheer when she is graduated/presented or whatever they do.

And Daisy worked hard. Really hard. She spent many hours slaving away attending online lectures, writing up and colouring in.

Her dissertation was a massive labour of love – Seasonal variation of time budgets in domesticated male Icelandic horses at pasture (a catchy title).

In Daisy’s own words “This study aimed to assess the seasonal variation in behaviour and body condition of seven domesticated Icelandic geldings and one stallion at pasture during winter and spring in fair weather conditions by utilising visual and indirect methods of observation.”

She received a Distinction for this as well as the whole degree.  Oh my!

Anyway, all I know is that she was outside all hours watching our herd of Icelandic horses kitted out with a variety of methods for keeping warm and, more importantly, alive.

We are all thrilled for Daisy. All her hard work has paid off and now it is even more official – she is brilliant!

 

I went to see a friend yesterday.  She owns Gue Stud and breeds Shetland ponies.  We were visiting the mares and foals so prepare yourself for the photos (you know me!)

We stood in the field, my friend shouted and as if by magic they appeared. Perfect.

(I may have to sneak these home with me, I doubt anyone will notice.)

(oof!)

We had a wonderful time.  The ponies were very tame. I had a few nose kisses from mares and foals and felt very happy surrounded by little enquiring minds.

These two were enchanting.

Apparently, they are the best of friends.

There is something very special about a herd of miniature Shetland ponies.

And then suddenly someone said let’s gallop.

So the whole lot set off and had a mad half hour around the field. I have no idea why but it was excellent to watch.

We all just stood there while every Shetland pony galloped flat out circling us.

The secret is not to move.  No pony will ever run into you if you stand still – they just work around you.

I could’ve watched them all day and now I wish I had taken even more photos!

Eventually, the ponies stopped for a few minutes to huff and puff and then regroup.

And then they set off again at full speed.

It was spectacular.  I won’ forget this afternoon.

We were at Gue Stud – home of some lovely miniature Shetland ponies. I thoroughly recommend.  It was very obvious they are much loved, well bred and run very, very fast!  I could watch them all day. It was like being amongst a miniature herd of wild Mustangs stopping for the occasional nose kissey!