We are all tired.
The mud has frozen over and is solid now, which scares the horses and ponies. They don’t trust it to hold their weight and would rather just stay where they are. They won’t walk anywhere.
I managed to call everyone up to be fed but Tiddles got in a panic and Storm fell over on the ice/mud. Both were very upset and minded hugely so I let them into the bit around the house, with Les Grandes Dames and where the silage bale is. There is no mud there and they were hugely relieved.
I have put out endless silage and everyone is happily eating or standing in their food bowls (like you do, if you are Hjalti).
The sun was shining but, boy, is it cold. Full of silage and a good hard feed, I left everyone to nod off.
The horses like this weather, in as much as they are not wet and freezing, but they find it very difficult to walk about in. The fear of falling through the mud is too much so they stand and eat and stand. I went about with buckets of water (Hetja drank a whole one) as it is important they remain hydrated. There is small stream in the corner of the field, but I doubt they will move to find it.
Hjalti is now King of the Fuzzy Butts. He is happy to have this title.
There is ice everywhere – sheet ice on our track – and I managed to fall over on my bum. I screamed so BeAnne instantly attacked Lambie (awful and wrong).
It may be beautiful but it is very hard work keeping 15 horses happy.