Daisy asked Floss and I to help her – she wanted to ride Efstur outside for the first time.

Floss’ job was to lead Kappi – his job was that of sensible companion.  It’s always good to have one around.

I was on-hand with a rope ready to clip onto Efstur’s headcollar if necessary (and also camera person to record this momentous outing).

Efstur was a bit bouncy to start with – this was all completely new to him and he was very excited.  A whole new world.

So Daisy asked Flossie to bring Kappi up to walk quietly alongside and Efstur quickly relaxed.

We didn’t go far – just to the end of the track and back, practising stopping while Kappi walked on and just general steering with good calm behaviour.

It was a lovely day so we all enjoyed the walk as well.

So that is another milestone ticked, if that’s what you do to milestones. Efstur was a good boy and will be repeating this walk and going further. The great outdoors beckons.

Kappi and Efstur look very similar these days.   Dear little ginger ninjas!

Well done team. xx

As it raining and I haven’t been out, here are a few photos today of our Monster – aka White Panther (yes, this is actually written on his veterinary notes).

Here he is in the indoor school “helping” Daisy.

And then on MY chair. Apparently if I am not using it, then it is fair game.

And on the furniture – a most heinous crime in my book and I am very glad I didn’t know about this (the photo is from Floss’ phone – she kept it quiet).

I mostly find Monster spread out on BeAnne’s towel.

Twice a day I sit on the floor with BeAnne under my arm and syringe food and medication into her. This is our routine and it seems to work.  She is still with us.

Sometimes Monster gets there first, like a European holidaymaker grabbing the best sun-lounger spot with his towel!

I told you it was raining.  Tomorrow I will do better, I promise.

The “old men” are in the field that surrounds our garden, or “the middle field” as it is known here.

Iacs was hanging over the gate looking hopeful.  I went inside to get my camera to capture his little optimistic face only to find Daisy had taken the Silly-Frilly out to let him EAT THE GARDEN!

Tell no one.  OH would have a conniption if he saw this!

Daisy had plans for Iacs so led him through the garden.

Another frowned upon activity in OH’s book but we do it as it is an easy short-cut.

I drew the line at Iacs looking at my herb bed and said so.

So he averted his gaze instead.

Meanwhile, the other two field-mates (Haakon and Klængur) had nodded off.

They don’t waste their energy running up and down the fence shouting for Iacs to return.  Why bother!

Nope, they relaxed and enjoyed the sunshine.

The other day, I decided to have Klængur shod (just fronts) but now he is lame/stiff/wonky on one of his backs and so is offishully resting until it is better – just when I wanted to start riding again ** sigh **.  Typical.

And of course Iacs joined the sleepy old men and happily adopted the position too!

Zzzz…….

A certain small-ish orange Icelandic yearling filly is not really talking to us anymore.

Luckily the others are, so that’s good.

We have not been entirely sent to Coventry!

Today was windy so it was the windswept look.

Waffle looking particularly glamourous.

And Vitamin was majestic.

And being windy, there was a certain amount of shenanigans going around too.

Why does it always involve Storm? – a purely rhetorical question.

Little Sulky-Herself grabbed her carrot and then bounced off….

… with very much of a Not-Bovvered look about her.

She can just get on and inwardly digest yesterday’s events, learning from them.

Her sister, Lilja, of course was the very paragon of virtue.

The field seems much smaller with ten of them there but that’s how it is for the time-being.

I am sure they will find something to eat.

Anywho, a small furry someone was very pleased to see me when I came home.  Enthusiasm is always heartening when it feels like everyone hates you.

Sóley has a new name name now.  No longer Sóley-the-Foalie.  Henceforth, she will be known as Sóley-the-Unhelpful-Foalie.

Everyone was moved in the horse van from Leradale to their summer fields.

Everyone loaded beautifully.  Everyone except Sóley who refused point blank to ever walk up the ramp she has walked up before.  Half an hour later, she went in but it was not easy or pretty.  So none of us are talking to Brattage and all of us feel like we’ve been through the wringer.  We will be working on this speshul skill as I don’t want to see that behaviour again.

(I am putting up this photo to remind myself that Sóley does indeed know how to load)

Anywho, this afternoon I sat in the field recovering.

I had my two little “lambs”.

I feel a whole lot better now.

Lambie: Who is your little Lamb Muzzah?  Just who!