In Search of Thistles

It was a nice(ish) afternoon today so Floss and I took the Old Men, Iacs and Haakon, out for a walk.

Klængur had already been out this morning on a fast ride, so he was more than happy to be left behind.

Haakon went along with his nose on the ground.

So I pretty much left him to his own devices.

“Hurry up, Mum!”

Iacs quickly spotted a thistle and began digging.

Ever the comedian!

He does love a thistle.

Then they spotted a previous slurry spred from Klængur’s morning blast.

You can so tell these two Icelandic horses are related.

Cousins, obviously.

Oh yes!

There were many thistles – it was a very slow walk.

Iacs did the thistle face of ow-ow-ow-but-I-love-it!

Haakon ate a few that he liked the look of.

Why do they dig out the middle bit on some? Does it taste sweeter or something?  Someone on the internet says “cucumber” and “like burdock root only better”. I am none the wiser.

We met a few cars and duly flung ourselves down the side of the road.

And then Iacs found a lovely patch of his favourite prickly plant and was walking round with it  in his mouth like a lollypop!

It was a very peaceful Sunday afternoon stroll with the Old Men.

2 thoughts on “In Search of Thistles

  1. diane in northern wis

    I still can’t get over your beautiful horses eating those awful prickly thistles. OUCH! Love the pictures though!!!


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