Waffle and Taktur were not the BFF’s I thought they would be.  This morning, we found Waffle in another field and Kappi had lost a shoe.  All not good.

Watching Taktur with Waffle, made us realise that Taktur could not go back out with Efstur (a colt he had spent the winter with) or Dreki (his gelded son).

So we put the old boys into their field instead – Klængur, Iacs and Haakon.

We moved them there because Waffle was being a right royal pain-in-the-arse annoying anyone he could find.

We needed a diversion.

Efstur (lovely trot) went bouncing up to see his old friends.

More beautiful trotting from Hjalti.

Even Dreki was doing it and he is never supposed to trot, if he wants to stay here and be my next horse.  I am depressed muchly.

I fear he may be up for sale – *** sigh *** – it is a beautiful trot too.

So the re-introductions began again, because they hadn’t seen each other for a month or so.

None of them had met Dreki, either.

On the whole, it went well.

Iacs is very good with youngsters.

Things were going swimmingly until Efstur remembered his Uncle Haakon liked a game.

Haakon told him to bugger off.

He told him quite a lot actually.

There was muchos galloping about trying to decide whether to talk to Waffle, who had now dragged Albie and Newt along for the ride.  The electric fence was on and zapping away freely.

Decisions, decisions….

The Three Amigos.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Taktur stood trying to look like a Handsome Prince in pigtails!

So much for my great idea.  Waffle has gone home now to Leradale after his injections and peace vaguely reigneths.

This morning, bright and early, Daisy, Flossie and I went to Leradale to move some hurdles that we had been using as gates.  We need them for another field.

There was help.

Much help.

*** sigh *** – there’s always help.

Tiddles and Waffle were happily playing.

They are happy little boys.

And then, having checked everyone was fine, we walked up the hill with our hurdles (well, the girls did – my back was having none of it).

Having put the hurdles into the van, we then decided to take Waffle with us as he needs his ‘flu jags to go south as Kappi’s travel companion for the British Championships later in June.

The others were sad to see Waffle leave on his Big Adventure.

We drove Waffle to Thordale where he was very enthusiastically greeted.

Taktur was thrilled that Waffle smelled of Lady-Girls.

He even had a stallion moment to himself.

Waffle was very pleased to see Albie and Newt and they have been playing ever since.

Waffle didn’t give Taktur much attention – secretly I think it is the girlie hair.  You can’t take a stallion seriously who wears plaits!

Anyway, it is good to have Waffle home, if briefly.  He will go back to his herd tomorrow.  As I type, they are all happily settled down the bottom field grazing.  Friends don’t forget friends.

This morning I took the camera out to follow Lambie during his morning routine.

For breakfast, Lambie had his bowl of sheep mix and Turmer-Aid™️ all to himself.  The others are not being fed – the spring grass is through – but Lambie needs his turmeric all year round for his poor arthriticky joints.  These beet pulp/lucerne turmeric-infused pellets work wonders.  They make all the difference.  We have one happy Lambie – so different from this time last year when he was in so much pain that he went to see the vet and grumped. With Turmer-Aid™️, I feel that Lambie has a future now.  Last year I didn’t know how to help him and was worried.

He always has his Winning Smile, though.

A long fleece means Lambie is very itchy this time of year.

After breakfast, Lambie went for a wander.

Then he spied his new BFF.  Monster.

Lambie was intrigued and very keen to meet Monster properly.

So I let Lambie out of the field to make his introductions properly.

Monster was not particularly keen on being followed quite so enthusiastically, but coped well with this new situation.

Lambie was determined.  When he sets his heart on someone or something, nothing gets in his way.  He was diligent.

Lambie just kept on Monster’s trail.

They make an odd couple!

I made a little film of Lambie’s morning.  Enjoy xx  (the music is perfect)

My three little Icelandic horse brothers all live together in a huge field – about 25 acres or 10.1 hectares at the back of the house.

It is not a bad amount of space for 1 colt (Efstur) and 2 geldings (Dreki and Hjalti).

(Hjalti always stands up when he sees me – he doesn’t have to.  He just does)

So where do they insist on living?  In a muddy patch by the gate.  It is their home and they rarely move from there.

I think they lack a leader.  No one has stepped up to the plate or wants the job.

The lads are very lucky that I don’t believe in grooming youngsters, or anyone for that matter, unless we are going to a show or some major deity might be visiting.

I thoroughly embrace the “the natural look” as does the whole family.

So if the boys want to live, sleep and breathe mud, I am happy to oblige.  Mud is what we have and revolting is good.

I did read somewhere that modern day cleaning products are directly attributable to the increase in asthma.  None of us have asthma – which is a credit to my total lack of cleaning!

Obviously I brought the necessary and distributed accordingly – “breakfast in bed”

Soon we will move in the other herd of boys (including Daddy) as the grass is beginning to grow now.  They will be one big happy family and if anyone is nasty to Albie, they will have Taktur and Newt to answer to.

Taktur’s mane falls heavily on the left side of his neck, dragging his stallion crest and topline with it.  Two of our Icelandic horse trainers have suggested that we plait up Taktur’s mane so that it then falls on his right side and hopefully this will correct the problem.

The previous 24 hours of rain had made Taktur’s mane wet, which was helpful.

We were given a picture to follow of what was required so, with Daisy standing on a bucket and me trying to keep Taktur’s head still, we gave it our best shot.  There were over fifty plaits.

The second row of plaits created a diamond effect and you can see just how Taktur’s topline is uneven.  Not good.

Daisy worked very hard. It took nearly three hours.

Obviously there was constant support.

Taktur looked a different horse with his crowning glory on the “wrong” side.

We really need to get his stallion crest and topline more even and hopefully by doing this, it will help.

Once we had finished, we gave Taktur his bucket of grub and it was interesting to see that when he put his head down, his neck topline stretched out and looked fine.

So Taktur is outside now. It has stopped raining and we are hoping this method will work or at least help even him out.