I set out this morning, after dishing out hay and extra feed for those that needed, with a wee bag of carrots to see the ponies that live outwith Thordale.
At their field gate, hoping I would offer carrots as I went past, were Iacs and Haakon.
Their message could not have been clearer.
So I gave them a small piece of carrot each (plus a broccoli stalk for Iacs as he loves them and I happened to have one about my person). Then I drove 2 miles down the road to Leradale to check on the Icelandic ladies.
They had a handful of “Mare and Foal” (hard feed) each and I did a quick individual leg pick up too to reinforce manners.
And then on to see the Minions, who live in the other direction. I was greeted enthusiastically.
And I duly distributed my largesse (bag of carrots).
There was, however, one small bouncy bottom (as in “I want all carrots and they are mine and I will do whatever it takes to have them all”), so I dealt with that appropriately and he apologised. Someone obviously forgot themselves. Luckily, no one was caught in the cross-fire and I doubt the certain someone will do it again.
It was a surprisingly calm day. Not a ripple.
And so I drove home, only to be greeted by these two again who obviously, one hour later, hadn’t moved an inch. So I rugged up Haakon and told the boys to both “go and get a job”.