I was walking to the car this morning, only to see my two horses flat out looking rather dead! As we had been on two very fast rides earlier, I guess it was inevitable.
Feeling slightly concerned that I had killed them both, I went over to check. A bijoux “chattering” of starlings flew past and that woke the two snoozers up.
I think they were exhausted though and they have no one to blame but themselves.
Haakon has now worn through his (rear) hoofboots with his enthusiastic piggy-pacing. There is no stopping him. He won’t be told and bounces on the spot if I try to slow him down. OH is trying to mend the boots with fibreglass to see if we can get a bit more use from them. The house stinks. In the back of my mind there is a memory from my childhood.
Haakon refuses to act his grand old age – 26.
Klængur, on the other hoof, went out with Taktur and the pair of them wound each other up trying to be slightly in front. It was never-ending and only when we had turned for home, and fast-tölt raced they both gave up for a while, probably out of exhaustion.
But they deserve their sleep and I crept away. I don’t like being “in their space” while they are lying down.
While I was clambering elegantly back over the fence, Klængur got up.
He asked Haakon if he was getting up. The reply was a resounding “no”.
I am sure I could hear the laughing as I left!