Category Archives: Icelandic horses and Shetland Ponies

2018 Photo Memories

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I promise I will try to get out with a camera tomorrow and take some photos of my more recent life.  But I came across these in the Sort Out and smiled at each and every one of them….

Again, from 2018.

Floss and Lambie.

Her Maj with her two favourite toys – buzzy bee on the left (you can just see it) and lion.  I think Loki and Wu had just died so we were attempting to cheer BeAnne up and failing.  Hence our trip south to find Monster.

Day 1 when Daisy and I first met Monster at the SSPCA, Banchory.  We were considered acceptable by himself and he came home that evening on the boat with us.

Lambie looking rather gorgeous.

Storm at the rocks at the Dale of Walls beach.  Always good value during a storm.

Dear Klaengur.  Taken too soon.

Kappi, now south with Daisy.

The two old men – Haakon and Iacs. Always together like Statler and Waldorf.

They still argue.  Nothing has changed.

A snowy ‘Ster.

Floss with the best kisser on the Shetland Westside – Tiddles.

Newt when he first arrived – oof.

I promise I did not cut his hair!  He came like that.

And a summer one to remember things are green and the flowers are beautiful.  BeAnne was a great swimmer whenever she got the chance.  Like an otter.

More Photos From the Past

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Another trip down memory lane – sorry.

I found another stash of pics – 220gb on a disk that need to be reduced down to a manageable size.  These are from around 2018.

So here goes….. (say if you get bored).

BeAnne and Haakon – this is one of my most favourite sights.  The view from onboard of my best beloved two.

Dearest Storm.  I miss him so much and expect to see him with the others all the time but he’s always out of my reach.

Daisy and Flossie riding out together.  Daisy is on Kappi and Floss is riding Iacs.  Those were great days.  Floss had just learned to ride and Iacs was her trusted steed.

L-R – Iacs, Kappi and Haakon

Tiddles offering Dreki my sun hat.

The struggle is real for Monster.

Dear Puzzah (Lambie’s father).  His life with us was brief but he was loved by me, but not much by the other sheep.

Lambie and BeAnne – a boy with his mum.

Lambie loved BeAnne.

They were good friends.  Never a cross word.

Nothing to see here  – just going on a regular dog/sheep/cat walk as you do.

A summer’s day with Lambie and Daisy who is doing her best to ignore the faint smell of wee.

Lambie’s brief sojourn into advertising.  Unfortunately, Marc Jacobs was unimpressed and all I can say is that it was his loss.

Looking at these two bottoms, I know the one on the left is definitely Newt and the one on the right is very possibly Klaengur.

Down the south end – Sumburgh lighthouse in the distance.

And lastly the joy of BeAnne in the snow, which she always loved.

I hope you enjoyed these random photos.  There are plenty more to get through.

 

Cold Snap

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I must say that the horses and ponies are surviving remarkably well in this winter weather.  Their little faces are always very happy to see me and my buckets in the morning. There are no signs of shivering or misery from anyone, which is very good and a relief. You know me, I do like to worry.

Outsde is cold – it snows, rains, sleets and hails possibly all at the same time and mostly when I am outside poo-picking.  I tried silk liners in my gloves but it made no difference really to my poor fingers.  I gave up poo-picking when it turned into a blizzard.  There are limits.

While the horses/ponies were eating I examined Kolka’s coat and noticed that their winter coats are doing their job – the guard hairs are working.

And then at the side all the fur goes into points.

While the inner coat is completely dry and it is the same for everyone.  One very good reason why I don’t bathe my horses and ponies – the grease in their coats is keeping them warm and dry.

Little Pepper is not dissimilar.  She never feels the cold or gets actually wet through.  Everything just bounces off her apart from disgusting things she can roll in.

Ted, on the other paw, is made of very cheap nylon.  So today, before the dog walk, I put on his coat.  What a diffference that made.

Ted went running off enjoying every minute of the walk, even when the weather turned very nasty.  He didn’t even turn tail and run for home like he usually does.

Lambie just went back to bed.

And here is Ted looking very smart in his padded coat and no, we don’t think he looks like a chav (though we do).

 

Stanevatstoe Loch

Still Fighting with the Blog

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I am feeling a bit down today.  It is a mixture of things – the cold is in my bones, going through old photos has made me sad and I am still fighting with my blog settings (tag clouds etc). All just little stuff really in the grand scheme but still, they get to me.

But today I mastered the art of those social media follow me link things – I have no idea of the correct lingo, sorry but please see top right of page and there they are.  So, please follow me.

I also need more links on this blog so if you have a link, give me a shout (thordale144@gmail.com) and I will do my best, after a lot of effort, to add it.  Don’t feel bad about the strenuous effort it will take.  This is entirely due to my lack of ability to remember how to do any of this.  I have the brain of a hen.

Anyway, here are some photos that I can just about bear to put up from around 2020 and I will  go back to the nuts and bolts of this blog.

My darling BeAnne

Ominous weather looking over to Foula

View of Mum’s house in the Autumn

Lambie

Daisy hugging ‘Ster with a disgruntled/jealous BeAnne at her feet

“Corbie” (raven)

Icelandic horse foal – Hjalti

From left to right – Hjalti, Efstur, Taktur, Kappi, Klaengur and Dreki (I think but I could be wrong)

Her Maj looking perky

I Made my Decision

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I took this photo first thing this morning.  The sun made an appearance. It was brief.

I duly dished out my buckets at breakfast-time and then I went round feeling each horse and pony.

I was looking for the semblance of ribs, or even a rib.

Breakfast finished, Haakon’s hoof treated, I went to the Shetland ponies’ field and made another grassy bit for them to munch on. It just involves relocating the electric fence freeing up another bit of the field and then calling them there.

Again, I prodded and poked about for these mysterious ribs.

And I quickly came to the conclusion that none of my equines actually have any ribs whatsoever so, with this new discovery, I made a decision – no rugs.  They are all very well covered and don’t need them.  Also, when anyone wears a rug, they just stand there and don’t get around much which is not great.

I told them this so they know where I stand on rugs.

Monster said ribs were overrated anyway.  He may speak from experience.