And this is the last time I will mention this, I promise.
Today, a Shetland geologist visited the field. We had talked yesterday and, based on my photos, he was interested in the blackened rock and the whole situation.
It turns out the the rock was probably from the burn (stream) that passes through the field and, upon further inspection, there are a good pile of black rocks there but how they got to the middle of the field is anyone’s guess but they had been there a while. Probably random children who like to play in the burn.
This also might be a Bronze Age burnt mound but it is on the Maybe List.
The geologist also told me about the effects of lightning which he had seen involving poles and wires like what we have in the field. In his opinion, there had been lightning and we could put this down as “just one of those things” with the ponies being incredibly lucky. We all agreed on this.
Afterwards, I popped down two fields to check on the Lucky Ones.
As usual the herd was completely oblivious to their near-miss but they were very pleased to see me and my bag of carrots.
(Doesn’t Sóley look just like her brother, Hjalti? – peas from the same pod).
Lilja remains ever the Big Sister.
I kissed all the noseys, stuffed carrots into the mouthses and told them we all loved them and they were very, very lucky. Tiddles replied a carrot would make him feel just that bit more special!
And that is the last of it. No foot rot, no disease, just the Gods deciding they didn’t want to have two Icelandic horses and eight Shetland ponies going to Valhalla that day.
I think they made the right choice.