The weather is revving up for a gale so we have done all we can to keep Thordale from blowing away like Gale’s Farm in Kansas.
Everyone here has been fed (twice), rugged if required and moved to the sheltered lower park. Hatches are battened down, sheeple stocked up with silage, chickens shut in with food/water and we have candles and headtorches at the ready.
The two herds at Leradale have access to much more food and shelter so they are fine. All checked and happy.
So, that’s me for the day and, based on the previous set of arty-farty photos I put up (yes, that is truly the folder’s name on my computer), I thought I would have a stab at arty-fartifying more recent pictures.
Here are a few results. I hope you like them.
(I chose this because Kappi is, as ever, eating while Taktur chases, in the most beautiful trot, Haakon who is swishing his tail in rage.)
The three ginger ninjas!
Oh Tiddles! How could you. Poor Albie.
Storm, with Silver, Efstur and Waffle having an unusual pensive thought.
I am particulalry fond of this set of Daisy and Lilja in the days when she (Lilja, not Daisy) talked to folk.
Ha-bloody-ha – we can’t get near Lilja at the moment! **** sigh **** I think she has turned feral!
Awww, Taktur and Efstur doing prancing!
Playing – Efstur and Hjalti chasing Newt and Albie. Don’t worry – Newt will have written their names down in his Book of Revenge – yes, he has one.
A peaceful scene – could’ve been taken last year or 200 years ago. Icelandic horses have always been in Shetland.
So, there you go. I rather like them. They are just an experiment really.