Like me, Fivla, and Vitamin seem to have been on a diet all of their lives.  I have this t-shirt.

And I feel very sorry for them.  It is grotty living off nothing for endless months.  Really very boring.

So, while Albie was coming round from his castration anaesthetic, I asked our visiting vet to look at Vitamin and Fivla for me to assess their weight and general health.

The vet initially said they were fat but, after a good prod, she announced she could feel ribs and that the old ladies were looking good.  Since September, when Fivla came home to us, she has lost a great deal of weight but like most old ladies her belly has dropped and looks can be misleading. Her hard neck crest has gone too.

Looking back at the photos even I can see a huge difference.

So, today, Daisy and I drove the old ladies to a new field where they joined Lyra and Delia who were on their own and very lonely.

Everyone was pleased to be reunited – these ladies lived together for some time in last winter/spring.

And I think, in retrospect, it will do all of them good to be together.

Yes, it is four miles down the road but we visit them daily and, although a big field, there really are more buttercups than grass.

It is all very well being on a permanent diet but when I can see them all missing each other, then the bigger picture has to be looked at.

Delia is doing very well this summer and she, as usual, has her reprieve from being put to sleep. It is only in winter she struggles with her arthritic stiffness.  In summer you would never know.

So, we will continue to keep a good eye on the girls. They need to all be together now.  This is a huge field but they will all have to look for the grass,

While Floss (and Daisy) were having a riding lesson, we also brought in our two youngest Shetland reprobates, Albie and Newt, who needed a good brush and clean up.

Elvis (our oldest hen) kept an eye on them for us.  Brushing the Minions is not something we do very often.  There is no need but it is good to get rid of the last of the foal coats and to tidy the lads up.  A bit more than a lick and a promise – once a year.

Simone, our visitor, got to work on Newt’s matted foal mane and tail.

Afterwards, the two little boys looked very bouffant!

Of course being Shetland ponies, they couldn’t just stand quietly together.

Oh no, they had to annoy or play with each other at all times.

The boys scrubbed up well, much to their embarrassment.

Little Newt has changed hugely.

And then he had to have his feet trimmed.  It took three people.  Simone on the front end, Daisy pushing his back end so he had to balance on his feet and Bjørn trimming Newt’s teensy tiny unicorn hooves.

Newt was not impressed.  Apparently he is 17hh.  We didn’t know this.  We may have to work on this special skill.

While I have been away south, Floss has been reacquainting herself with riding.  Before, Flossie had only been learning to ride her Icelandic horse, Klængur, during university holidays.

Today Bjørn Roar Larsen, our Level 3 FEIF trainer, gave Flossie and Klængur a superb riding lesson.

These past few weeks while I was away South, Daisy had been left with strict instructions to help and teach Flossie.  We could all see a huge difference and improvement in both horse and rider.  Lovely to see.  Also, we had a visitor, Simone from Switzerland, who gave Floss and Klængur yesterday a brilliant lesson.  All instruction is good instruction and very, very helpful.

Flossie is feeling inspired after watching Daisy competing in the British Championships last month.

Flossie has only been riding for two years (I never insisted she learned and, instead, have waited for her to ask for lessons) and I gave her Klængur as her twenty-first birthday present.

Klængur was my horse, that I bought from Iceland, but he works a hundred times better with Floss than he ever does with me.

They understand each other and are very much a happy team.

Meanwhile, for those that are wondering, Lambie has found his “Winning Smile” due to the fact that he has also found out about Kitkats – a chocolate-covered wafer bar confection – thank you very much, Daisy!

It is now downhill all the way!

The patients are doing very well.

Albie seems fine and not even noticing the bits that are missing.

He is in a small paddock with his friends and relatives – Tiddles (with conjunctivitis – being treated), One-Nut-Newt (who had a reprieve) and Storm (who came along for the ride, so to speak!)

They are a happy little bunch in the post-op ward.

Tiddles is keeping everyone on their hooves.  He likes to annoy.

I sat down with Albie and gave him lots of hugs.  He is fine, absolutely fine.

Meanwhile, the sheeples escaped onto the hill.  Obviously, now they are tagged, it does not matter but I like to call them home in the evening.

First up was ‘Ster who had lost the others and was hanging around with “Rammie”, an old wild Shetland ram who spends his time with Fivla and Vitamin, if he can.  ‘Ster was very happy to come home.

The films are worth the wait – darling boyzenberries take a while to come home.

Next up,  it was Lambie and ‘Bert’s turn to come home.  I just call them all, and they come running.  That hill goes back for at least 10 miles!

I love it when they run home, all enthusiastic to see me (or a bowl of food! – I tell myself it is me).

Toay the vet came to castrate Albie and Newt.  We had a very long to-do list for her.

First up was to microchip this year’s Icelandic horse foals.  We caught them an hour before and put them in the stable.  Then came the rugger scrum to get headcollars on.  Neither foal has ever worn one, let alone seen one.

But we managed.  It seemed a pity to waste a vet visit without trying.

So Morag, the vet, with the help of Simone, who was tremendous, microchipped and obtained DNA samples from both foals.

Lilja was hysterical with all this.

Dreki adopted a more pragmatic approach.

Both foals needed to have papers completed by the vet for their Icelandic Horse Society passport.

After that, the mares and foals were put back into their feld and next up was Albie.

He was given his pre-med.

And then was successfully castrated.  I was put to use by counting elephants (seconds) for the bloodless castrators – one full minute per snip.

Everything went very smoothly for Albie and, as I write, he is now up and happily living in a small paddock with Newt and Tiddles.

Meanwhile Newt, who was up next for castration, had a reprieve.  “One Nut Newt” is his new nomenclature and we have to wait and see if the other one arrives.

So Tiddles made his life a burden to him!

While the vet was in situ, she also removed a papilloma from Albie’s muzzle, checked Fivla was not too fat or had Cushings (she has a bit more weight still to lose) and also called BeAnne a Border Terrier (oh, the shame).

So, all in all, a busy day.

(Lambie says he may live the day and thanks you for all your messages of sympathy and concern.)