The bad weather stopped and the sun shone today, so BeAnne and I popped over to Sandness to help muck out the stables. They had housed the Icelandic herd plus the two elderly Shetlands, Vitamin and Delia. Delia seems to have turned a small corner and is eating better. We rasped her teeth again a few days ago and I think that has helped her.
Jo put her two raptors out for the day too. This one had just had a bath so was drying her feathers.
and this one took one look at BeAnne and screamed like a fish-wife!
After mucking out, I went home and, en route, saw the hill ponies on the open scattald (common grazing). With the sunlight behind them, they looked beautiful.
I managed a quick ride on Haakon in the afternoon. We plodded to Watsness and back. He never broke stride and I kept my hands in my pockets as I had forgotten my gloves. BeAnne pottered along too.
Storm’s rug is off while it is dry. I have decided my rule of thumb is that if I am cold enough to wear my Icelandic jersey outside, then he gets his light-weight rug on. If it is cold enough for me to wear my survival suit outside, then he gets his heavy-weight rug on. I don’t want him to be permanently rugged up so I spent some time this afternoon, fluffing them all up, particularly Storm, to get his coat working as nature intended.
So a perfect day, playing horses and ponies.
I am not a fan, however, of the winter nights drawing in so early. This is not even 15.00.