Category Archives: Icelandic horses and Shetland Ponies

My Creepy Neighbour

This was the view that greeted me when I opened the back door while I was cooking in the kitchen (making eternal soup).  I was being watched by Iacs.

I had no idea what he wanted!

The others were all away eating but not Iacs. He was standing there just watching.

“I’m watching you, Wazowski. Always watching. Always”

So I went outside in my slippers (so not exactly prepared for traipsing through our wet muddy garden) clasping two carrots that I happened to bring with me.

Just in case, because you never know (believe me, I knew).

And I was lucky because, only out of politeness and because he was “brung up proper”, Iacs ate them for me.  Phew!

I had a quick look around to see where everyone else was and whether they would come a-begging carrots, but they hadn’t noticed so that was a relief.

Iacs had scoffed the lot by now and it would mean more traipsing back and forth to the house to get everyone’s fair share.  I didn’t want to do that as it was beginning to feel a bit soggy under foot in my slippers

I am Weak

Today has not been nice, weather-wise.  A lot of wind with some vicious sporadic rain showers.

Even Lambie turned around and asked to come back inside appalled at the thought of being outside all day in, horror of horrors, a field!

I think Lambie secretly wanted to be in the house where he sometimes remembers he once lived and belonged until he ate computer cables and was evicted by OH.

Today, I mostly stayed indoors wrapping presents trying to vaguely ready for Christmas.

Anyway, while it was swiftly getting dark, I was getting everyone to bed (ducks/hens/sheep) and I met five pathetic Shetland ponies sheltering behind a small wall in their huge field saying they had nothing. So, having said I wasn’t opening the wee shed, I opened the wee shed and led Tiddles in so he knew it was there, and the others could watch or follow him inside.

I think I have just started “Shed Wars”.  In fact I know I have.  *** sigh *** Let the games begin (and the mucking out)!

A Small Reward

Last night the weather was horrendous.  Utterly horrid. All I could do was think about my poor animals outside but they are tough, fat and I was not going out there again.  Pepper and I got very wet just putting the ducks to bed and getting the sheep home.

So this morning, feeling slightly guilty about my heartlessness last night, I gave out breakfast and added a small surprise treat for the little ones…..

…. who are not very clever and could not work out how to reach their bowls.

I said things like “just go around to the wide open gate and walk through!”  Apparently this is not something they could work out or do.

So I went over to the open gate that they’ve gone through hundreds of times and showed them their route.

Duh!

And then they saw their bowls and I stopped feeling guilty.

I like to think that each pony got their surprise carrot and enjoyed it.

How They Danced

I received an alert from a friend last night that the Merrie Dancers (aka Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis, Mirrie Dancers) were dancing.

So, I quickly finished up cooking supper and stood outside the back door to see if I could see anything and whether it was worth staying out there.

And yes, they were beginning to rev up.

There was definitely potential so I kept popping outside every few minutes but it didn’t really get going until much, much later.

After supper, I checked outside, saw nothing much (I may be a bit blasé about Northern Lights these days – they’ve got to be pretty spectactular to make me leave my supper or a warm room) and went to my desk in the sitting-room to transcribe my Great Great Aunt Kate’s diaries.  I’ve reached February 1947.  I like to get two weeks done every night and it is not easy – the writing has not got any bigger.

But I had the genius idea to put the Burradale webcam up in the corner of my screen so that if anything kicked-off, I could see it in the comfort of my warm sitting room.

And then the sky really kicked-off.  I ran outside with my phone and took as many photos as I could manage (it was cold and windy) standing from my best vantage point – the compost heap (or Northern Lights Observational Point, as my OH likes to optimistically call it).  A spade is a spade in my language.

I  can honestly say this was the best display of the Merrie Dancers I have ever seen.

This morning wasn’t too shabby either.

While the sun rose, I put Haakon in the garden (shh, don’t tell OH) and took off his sugardine poultice that the farrier had put on yesterday (just to get out any final bit of infection).

Red sky in the morning…. and yes, tonight is F11 with heavy rain.  Meh.

Asking for a Friend

This morning’s entertainment.

And this evening’s (Isn’t Lambie the most handsome sheep in the sunset?)