Yesterday Daisy and I decided to move the boy-herd to Clothie – a 5 acre field over the scattald (common grazing) from Thordale.
It is not far but there is room for independent thought which is not encouraged as those with it can disappear into the hill, giggling.
Luckily today everyone was singing from the same hymn-sheet.
First we moved the three youngsters.
Then we went back for Taktur, Klaengur and Kappi with the intention that we would come back for the old men, Iacs and Haakon afterwards.
Iacs had different ideas and happily followed along leaving Haakon on his own.
Haakon was appalled at this idea so quickly caught up piggy-pacing across the hill into the new field to join the others.
So that was eight horses moved in two goes.
I love it when a plan comes together because so often it doesn’t and swiftly turns to manure.
But today the Gods looked on and blessed us.
It makes a change and I am not going to grumble.
Or look a gift horse in the mouth.
And so today we we are waiting for a viscious autumnal gale to arrive. This afternoon was t”he calm before the storm”.
I made the most of the peace and yelled to the Boyzenberries “Does anyone want to come for a walk?”
They didn’t need asking twice.
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