We have visitors coming over from USA for their holidays.  They are popping up to see Shetland, and to meet the Minions.

So, a huge dilemma faces me.

Do I clean the house and …..

and do some cooking?

Or do I sit with everyone and forget all that?

A lick and a promise should be all my visitors need to believe we live in a filth-free environment.

Maybe I can ask them to take off their glasses/contact lenses before they come into the house.

I just can’t waste the day cleaning.

I can cook every evening but not be as prepared as I should be.  We have Pimms and prawn cocktail crisps.  They will love that and not eve notice the time passing while I cook curry!

Being the perfect host is just not me.

(I wonder if Newt has ever actually walked underneath an Icelandic horse!)

So, dilemma.

To hug or to clean?

Decisions, decisions.

Yup, you guessed it, I hugged.  Cleaning is so over-rated.  So excited, though, to see my visitors!

First off this afternoon, on my way to work, I had to check the girls in their park in Sandness – 4 miles down the road.

Everyone was pleased to see me.  This is Lyra, looking magnficent.

I am not thinking that Fivla has put on weight again.  I refuse to entertain this thought.  She is happy.

Vitamin is the same old Vitamin. Still in charge of everyone and just the bossy as ever.

Delia is looking positively shining.  She moves so freely and happily in the warm sunshine.  Summer suits this old lady.  Winter takes its toll.

After my brief check on the ladies, I went to my work at Transition Turriefield – helping to set up the veg boxes.

I took LD or Bardy, as he is now known, with me as he has bonded only with me and gets difficult with strangers trying to feed him. At the time, it seemed the easiest solution and he travels well.

Bardy spent the first few hours in a travel purse around my neck.  He was perfectly happy there and it left me with two free hands to do my work without worrying about him.

When Bardy became a bit fractious and tiresome (probably hot), I put him in a washable veg box to enjoy the breeze of the door.

He was perfectly settled and happy there.

And so we got on with what we had to do – fill the veg boxes, label and pack veg for various local shops.

I think Bardy enjoyed the trip.  He behaved beautifully and was no trouble at all. So, take your Bardy to Work Day!

Hjalti had a lesson in having his hooves trimmed and then we ran him round the indoor school and put him through his paces.

It is always good to see him move and developing.

Next up was Efstur, who is our resdient yearling giraffe at the moment.

But we forgive him, because he has a nice trot.

He also offers a very natural tölt without being asked.  So all is good. The youngsters are doing very well.

Next up was me on Haakon.

We have lost our tölt.  It has gone for a number of reasons.  Haakon is fat, unfit and hasn’t been ridden for a while.  He has also only had front shoes on for a few months, which does not help.  I have not ridden him for months due to various reasons.

Over the past few days, I have been trying my best to find Haakon’s tölt but, to be honest, I have not done very well.

So I asked Bjørn, our Level 3 FEIF instructor, for help.  Not even 20 minutes later, Bjørn had us tölting round the indoor school like old pros.

Now, we just have to remember what he asked us to do so we can practice it forever.

And then it was everyone else’s turn for lessons.

Flossie rode her horse, Klængur.

And Daisy rode Kappi.

We are very lucky (I realise this) and Bjørn was invaluable. He taught us all so much and we spent the afternoon learning. To have a Level 3 FEIF Instructor on our doorstep is wonderful.

Meanwhile, some of us just watched.

(yup, Bardy goes everywhere with his Muzzah – how easily did I fall into this trap?)

Little LD is doing very well.

He spends much time wanting to be with me.

We’ve pretty much got the measure of each other.

He is growing and changing every day.

The feathers are nearly there and it won’t be long before he fledges.  He is also walking much better and is finding his balance while trying the wings.  Lots of pre-flight wing stretches and soon The Big Day will arrive.

He is still always hungry but we have reached an agreement.  He gets food regularly, obviously, and in return is almost “house-trained”, ie I know when he wants to poop and can pop a piece of tissue in the right place – almost.  There are still the odd few accidents.

But I do know LD hates pooping on me and really tries not to, which is interesting behaviour.

Today was our flute lesson and we had also filled the van over the weekend for a visit to the dump so my flute teacher and his wife very kindly looked after LD while we went on to town.  It was a big ask and I was very relieved when they said yes!  I knew he would be safe and fed regularly.

I also visited the pet shop and bought some toys for LD’s cage, which he studiously ignores or shouts at.

When we got home, Lambie was waiting to come in.  He marched in and sat down. I have no idea why he wanted to be inside but he does.

As I type, he is watching Real Housewives of Melbourne and now The Simpsons.  He has shared my packet of Quavers but said no to my Brewdog beer!

I also introduced him to LD.

It was a sort of success.  LD liked the wool bed.

A very odd day really. Why is Lambie indoors and refusing to go outside.  Most strange.

I have purposely been leaving the foals and their mothers to themselves since their “traumatic” headcollar and microchipping event.

Obviously, we keep an eye – you know, count legs, heads and tails, check they are not stuck or in the wrong field.

Having said that, Hetja is very forgiving and always pleased to see anyone – mostly because I suspect she thinks we have food and she understands that foals have to learn.

Brá is a bit more wary but let me say hello without any calorific enticement and we had a nice chat.

Both mares are blooming (read hugely fat but as they are nursing, then this is fine and totally unavoidable).  There are no slimming diets for nursing mothers.

And, meanwhile, their foalios are divine.

I think we are forgiven our trespasses for the trauma of last week.

Dreki is now proficient in the art of the nose-kissey.

He has it down to a fine art.  Heaven.

Lilja has perfected the art of blaming Dreki for everything as she is a professional Princess.

We all adore her but we also understand her Little Ways.

Lilja, too, totally understands the nose-kissey technique.  We teach them early, here at Thordale.

It is considered an essential life skill.

And then there is the playing.

I would say that mostly Dreki initiates play.

And, when it all gets too much, Lilja has learned to run back to her Mum telling tales.

“Mum, Mum, Mum – Dreki’s biting me.  Mum?”  Hetja has stopped wading in on Lilja’s behalf.  They can get on with it now.

The little foalios are learning all that is important.