I am trying to walk as much as possible. The theory is that I will walk my spinal pain into submission.
So, after going for a very quiet ride on Haakon with Daisy and Iacs, I followed up by a walk. For company, Flossie and Klængur came along too.
And BeAnne, obviously.
We walked along my usual route – the road to the cattle grid and back.
Haakon was with me.
I thought I would see if Klængur liked thistles, or fistles as we call them. Haakon adores these prickly plants. They are a delicacy to him and on the way home, he always drags me off to find them on the side of the road.
He eats them right back to the root.
After little encouragement, Klængur found he liked thistles too.
Klængur took huge mouthfuls around the whole plant like it was boiling hot or a whole chilli.
Flossie likened it to eating a pop-tart hot from the toaster (an unknown concept to me).
I am sure thistles are good for the horses. They would’nt ask to eat them if they didn’t want to. It is odd, however, but at no other time of the year do my horses bother to eat them.
After we had stopped for every thistle on the side of the road, we wended our way home.
PS All the thistles at Leradale have been ripped out and eaten too. Most odd. Maybe it is an Icelandic horse thing.