Someone is horrible at the moment.

Small and beastly, Newt is going around attacking unsuspecting well-meaning citizens.

Most of them are ready for his teeth.

Some even give as good as they get.

Sadly it does not deter him.

And it is not very nice.

I am ashamed but I get the feeling Newt doesn’t really care.  He is never sorry.

Not even slightly.  If it isn’t his teeth, it is his bouncing bum.  He is not dissimilar to a turret on a tank, rotating to fire out shots.  He is a lethal weapon.

Tiddles was having none of it and got kicked in the teeth for his efforts.

So, I took matters in hand and we had words. I told Newt exactly what I thought of him, what I expected of him and what would happen if he continued his despotic rule.

And then I told everyone else just how much I loved them.

More!

Bloody Newt. I wonder if it is the spring grass coming in or he is just bloody-minded.

And lastly we have the two Buckskin Duns – or “Duckskin Bums” as they often end up being called.

Haakon and Iacs. They are cousins with two years between them.

Haakon is slightly lighter in colour, and has a white crescent “star” on his forehead.  He also has blonde highlights in his mane and tail and beautiful black tipped ears.

Iacs has a smaller insignificant star and is darker. He has “zebra” stripes on his withers and legs. They are most visible in the summer when he has a shorter coat.  Both have a strong dorsal stripe.

These two are very similar in many ways.

Except Iacs has a silly frilly.  No one else has a frilly quite as silly.

The next colour to be discussed is Black.

We have two black Icelandic horses – father and son.  Taktur and Dreki.

Taktur is of course magnificent.

And Drek, whoi is rather chewed at the moment, is his son. The moth-eaten look is probably due to all the face fighting he does with his Dad.  They play endlessly and Dreki’s main aim is to be very annoying.  He succeeds and it keeps Taktur on his toes.

I have doing little bits with Dreki almost daily.  Today I put Haakon’s bridle on him (might take the bit down a hole, now I see it from this angle). This is the first time Dreki has worn a bitted bridle since he had his wolf teeth removed last autumn.  He was a very good boy.

We chatted about the bridle.

And we walked around a bit on each rein.

And then I popped the reins over his head and we walked together practising voice commands and gentle use of the reins.

Dreki was lovely.  The more I work with him, the more I like him as a chap.

And he has a good trot – let’s hope he tölts too.

We only have three colours of horses in our fields – orange, black and off-yellow.

Today is Orange.

So how do I tell the difference, I hear you ask?

First up is Kappi. He has no white markings and is pure orange (chestnut for the purists amongst you).

Then there is Efstur.  He is a slight darker orange to Kappi and he has a white crescent or irregular star on his forehead. It is so you know where his miniscule brain is!

And lastly, but by no means leastly, we have Klængur who is a very red-orange. He has a white star on his forehead and snip on his nose.

And they are all very different in character, so even if the wrong orange one was caught, you would soon know when you got on.

(and, yes, I had to go and look up horse facial markings because I actually had no idea what any of them were offishully called!)

If it is windy, we hang the haynets for the boys on the gate into their field.  Some hay has blown through so, now the girls have gone, I can open the gate and they can clear it up.  So I did and they didn’t.

They went off to eat the grass around my little house.

I told Taktur not to bother the old men.  They were Out of Bounds.  Haakon hates him.

The old men (ok, Klængur isn’t really old but he is happy to pretend) looked on curiously and possibly enviously.

After lunch, I found this little dragon was outside the front door.

We had a wee chat because we do these days. Dreki always looks like he has swallowed a button.

And I took some photos for Daisy. Kappi  managed to lift his head up for a quick snap.

And of course Efstur had to come over for his too.  He looks very “strange”, not like Efstur at all.  Maybe the aliens were in his head.

Meanwhile, good old Taktur had remembered his purpose and was eating up the leftover hay.