The Routine.  We have routine.  In fact, it’s all we have.  Routine and we all love a routine.

Today was no exception.

(excuse the rug but heavy rain was diagnosed and excuse the wooden structure too – that’s my anti sheep wrecking fence – patent pending!)

The morning routine is TurmerAid for those that need, so that would be Haakon (old and stiff) and Klængur (wonky back leg) in this field, plus Kappi (was unenthusiastic) and the all the sheep (Lambie = arthritis, ‘Bert and ‘Ster = prone to lameness, Edna = old bat, Madge = because she’s there and had a bad time this winter).

And then everyone gets a biccie – today it was Nice bicscuits as they are not nice except if you are Iacs who loves them and they were going cheap and need finishing.

The sheep got wind of the biccies and put in their request.

They love a biccie, but not Nice ones – they like gingernuts ***sigh ***.

This is ‘Bert’s Winning Smile.  How can I resist?

And so I dish out the right biscuit to the right animal because I am a mug.

And this is Iacs’ version of his Winning Smile.  And, again, how can I resist?

I don’t and now the biscuit tin is empty!  How did that happen?

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Our beautiful black Icelandic stallion.

Did you know, he is 11 years old?  He came all the way from Iceland, travelling with Hetja, Esja and Klængur.  A long journey.

Taktur has been with us since he was 3 years old.

You can pick him out in his field in Iceland.

We know him very well.

Ever the gentleman.

Ok, he is a stallion and he has stallion thoughts (today he had Klængur in his sights – ever hopeful, I guess).

But he is easy-going and usually easily distracted.

As I said, the perfect gentleman really!

A few piccies from yesterday.  Everyone is soggy – it had rained all night and so they are looking a bit revolting.

Waffle is under that forelock!  He told me.

Silver is hypnotised by Floss’ coat zip toggle thing.

Storm having a pensive thoughtful moment.  Blink and you’ll miss that one.

The scruffiest scruff ever – Newt.

Dearest Vitamin – Ruler of them All.

#$@&%! Sóley – still not talking to me but best friends with Floss. Just look at that face.  She knows exactly what she’s doing. We may not have reached the forgiveness stage yet.

(I love this photo, though).

Tiddles giving Floss a kiss or is it the other way round.

He has the best eyelashes.

And was being extra cuddly that day.  What a dude!

And last but not least, fairy-tale Fivla – she needs is a subtle unicorn horn.

Don’t ask me why there is not photo of Lilja.  I can only say that I forgot!

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.