Thinking Rugs

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A lovely sunrise this morning.  Everything looked very atmospheric and beautiful.

This is Iacs eating his breakfast.

Haakon was in the garden eating his.

I had my faithful little Pepperpot with me, always helping or waiting to help.

And here she is helping me get all the rugs out ready for the approaching bad weather.

It is going to be a week of vile weather and I can’t decide what to do so I thought I would be prepared and probably cave on Sunday and put rugs on everyone.  You know me…. hopeless.

I made four piles.

Fivla (left) and Vitamin’s purple pile.

All the 5′ 6″ – which is really all for Iacs.

And then there is a similar pile (5′ 9″) for the husband and wife team that is Haakon and Kolka on the opposite gate.

And my last pile is for Tiddles but he has a container he can stand in for shelter so I am hopefully not going to use them.

As Haakon and his friends didn’t appear this afternoon, I didn’t encourage them (ok, I crept around) and went and made the track a bit bigger for the Shetland ponies so they will have something to eat, rather than me putting out more hay which is not cheap.

So that’s the plan.  Basically I have no plan.

So Much Better

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Well, it’s been a week, I think, of running around after Haakon with buckets to soak his hoof in, injections, painkillers, food twice a day.  I am exhausted but at last I can say (still praying, though) that hopefully he is on the mend.

And because today was sunny, I took off Haakon’s rug and saw that all the tucked up’ness from the pain and misery had gone.  I have my old fat boy back.

The dragon of loathing and I-hate-everyone curmudgeon has returned too, as it should be.  So I am hugely relieved and the big injections (antibiotics) have come to an end. I am also reducing the painkillers and from tomorrow Haakon will be down to one bucket as all this running around after him is killing me and he doesn’t need it now.  I also don’t want him to become used to two meals a day, please.

Though some *** cough *** Monster *** cough *** have breakfast, a snack for Ted’s eye treatment,  a snack for the dog walk even if non-participating, tea, a snack, supper and lastly midnight feast because that’s the routine we’ve been trained to.  Now I write it down, it does sound rather a lot.

Anyway, the lovely day vanished later and the temperature lowered.

When I had finished packing veg at Turriefield, I went outside to go home and was confronted by this……

Snow!  Ugh.

I dashed home and got Haakon’s bucket ready.  He was waiting and I pushed him through the garden gate to eat by himself.

I gave the vultures some little carrots to shut them up.  They all have a very good covering (ribs? what ribs!) and this is why I let them get fat over the summer.  I need constant reminding not to go rug-mad.

Anyway, I am hugely relieved.  I think there is light at the end of this tunnel.

Over the Hills

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Today has been a day of yuck (rain with a cold north wind) so I have dug out my photos from a dog-walk we all went on a few days’ back when it wasn’t raining and the sun was trying to appear.

I originally thought it was just the dogs and myself but there was yowling and Monster appeared.  He is quite difficult to miss, while the dogs are exactly the same colour as their background.  I couldn’t be bothered to put on their hi-viz coats.

But I don’t mind Monster coming along too if he promises to keep up. I am not standing around waiting.

And he did, albeit he shouted his head off.

Quite the great white hunter!

We went a good way too – over to Clothie, my five acre croft that is a good walk across the open grazing that is the hill, and back home.

When I told OH about our morning walk, he said rather dismally “Monster never comes out with me!”  I looked smug.

 

All Things Biotin

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Today, I made a quick trip into town to get all things biotin for Haakon’s hoof as well as get my hair cut.

I spent my morning at the feed merchants looking at labels on all the equine supplements and trying to make an educated guess as to what would be best for my poor old boy.

Feeling that I was getting into a huge muddle with this, I went and stood outside trying to find a halfway decent mobile signal in the drizzle while phoning NAF Equine for more information and some guidance.  They were very sympathetic to Haakon’s situation and I came home with biotin in liquid form (Pro Hoof), a General Purpose Supplement and some TurmerAid (Lambie and friends had finished my supply).

I also bought Haakon a big bag of his favourite veteran mix to add to his food as he knows when I put anything suspicious in, like boswellia, which he loathes and then refuses to eat.  Fussy bugger.

This is Haakon’s afternoon bucket – and he devoured it, complete with supplements and mix.

The smaller of the vultures were also circling.

They knew I had brought little carrots for afters.

Vitamin was fairly certain I would part with them early but I said no as I wanted Haakon to finish his bucket of drugs first.

  

Once the bucket was finished, I distributed fairly my carrots.

Fair’s fair.

And then I went to see the little ones.  All very well in that field. I think Tiddles is over his tummy troubles.

Kisses all round, and then I put everyone else to bed (hens, ducks and called the sheep home).

Do you know it is dark by 4 o’clock?

A Pony of Very Little Brain

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My heart lifted this morning when I saw Haakon waiting for me.  Hewas walking a little bit better.  Less agony and more strength of purpose.

So I led him up to the garden to soak his hoof (not sure it needs it but won’t do any harm) and give him his breakfast in peace and quiet.

I took this photo, trusting Haakon not to go a-rampaging, while I drew up a massive injection.

OH held the rope while I put the injection in Haakon’s bottom. He said the only reaction was Haakon stopped chewing for a second!

When I put Haakon back into the field, Iacs was very pleased to see his BFF (and cousin).

And the wife was happy too.

Then I walked back to the Shetland ponies who had been in their paddock for breakfast.  They had taken themselves back to the track…. all except Albie, who can’t work it out.  There is a new section open now and it seems to have muddled the pea-like brain.

It was a case of the have’s and the have-not’s.

I tried to get Albie to follow me and a carrot I had about my person but he said he didn’t really understand.

Like I said – a pea-like brain.

So I took the dog-lead off the big gate (that keeps the gate closed – belt and braces if the gate swings free) and told Albie it was a new kind of headcollar.  Luckily he believed me and walked nicely while I led him to the track.

He did say a polite thank you and then trotted off happy to be in the world of grass with his friends again.

He really is a pony of very little brain.