The little herd (Waffle, Silver, Storm, Tiddles, (the original Minions), plus Hjalti (Icelandic yearling gelding), Delia and Lyra (standard Shetland pony mares) all live 4 miles away from home and they need more grass.

So, today, Daisy and Flossie kindly lugged endless 25l containers of water to prepare the next field for the little herd.

Then Daisy led Lyra, Flossie led Storm and Silver and I led Hjalti, into their new field. I would like to say the rest followed beautifully, without question, but there is always one and that would be Tiddles who was easily confused.  Twerp.

The Gods were not smiling when Tiddles was in the queue for a brain.

I thought he would, unquestioningly, follow Storm.  I was very wrong.  I think Tids is going through “A Phase”.

Anywho, once everyone was in their new field, they quickly settled into the matter in hand.

– Shovel as much food in as possible in the littlest amount of time!

And off to explore.

Just look at Hjalti’s trot.  My jaw hit the floor while I watched him trot in long grass.  A thing of beauty. My photo is pathetic.

This darling little herd are very happy.

So much food and so little time.

They bounced with happiness.

I just wish they were nearer to home.   I adore this herd of happy little persons (ponies probably to some of you, but always family to me).

❤ 🐾  ❤ 🐾  ❤ 🐴   ❤ 🐾 ❤ 🐾   ❤ 🐴   ❤ 🐾 ❤ 🐾   ❤ 🐴   ❤ 🐾 ❤

By the way, bear with me on the Brisk situation. We are Just sorting out a Minion Paypal account. I want everything to be totally transparent, ie what comes in pays for what goes out. Otherwise some folk will have their doubts, stick their knives in and spread negativity. I would hate that.

I am selling sheep fleece via MyShetland Blog to raise money for little Brisk and, if any spare, the Minions.  I will also add any Shetland foal fur too, just probably later.

https://myshetland.co.uk/wool-fur-fleece-for-sale/

Keeping ponies is, at the best of times, an expensive hobby.

Rescuing ponies with special needs, such as being starved during a crucial time of their development or losing a mother far too early, means that there are always bills.  More bills than usual.  I do not have charitable status and the official paperwork makes me feel sick – like a bad maths exam.

We do our best – my whole family.  I would never say no to anything The Minions actually need for their health. I don’t pretend to be a vet and there is no question of scrimping on their care.

So, here we are – a new part of my blog dedicated to raising money for the ever expanding Minions (not expanding in their waistlines, more expanding in quantity).  I am not begging and I am not asking.  I am just telling you what any sale/donation for a pure Shetland sheep fleece will be used for.

You decide if you think it is worth it.

We do.

I am very disappointed with myself.  I do know better and this morning, I was caught out.

As per usual, we went to feed Tor (Mum), Camus (her colt foal) and Brisk (the orphan foal).  The weather was clearing up after last night’s rain.  While there is shelter and grass in the field, Brisk was shivering.  It was horrid to see.  I should’ve thought ahead and realised that he doesn’t enough back-up energy to keep him warm.  Camus and Tor were absolutely fine.

So we brought them all in and separated Brisk.  He had a large bowl of Mulitmilk to himself as well as Foal Creep mixed with Mare and Youngstock hardfeed.

He wolfed it down and I realise now that certain others who, although they are good company, have taken advantage of the extra food and bully Brisk off his ration.  He gets whatever he can, if they let him.  This has to stop.  Tor and Camus do not need extra feed.  From now on, Brisk will be fed separately and I have moved them all into the field with the little shed for proper shelter.

Once, Brisk had finished eating, I put the only rug on that would “fit” him (I use that term loosely).  We put a foil space blanket on him under Toggle’s old rug.

In a ten minutes, Brisk was like toast and much happier.  The shaking and dithering had stopped.

I have also made a decision.  Brisk will stay at Thordale and become a Minion.  If someone offers him the perfect home, then I might consider letting him go but, for the time being and probably future, he is one of us.

The World’s Fattest Me measured him for a proper rug and I will peruse the internet for a tiny waterproof and a padded rug.

BeAnne is fully committed to helping.

So, that’s it.  Brisk will stay here now.  At the moment, he has special needs and requires constant supervision.  I could kick myself for letting him get cold in the rain.  Rookie mistake.

Meanwhile, Lambie came in this morning with blood all over his head.  He has lost his nubbin of a horn.  I cleaned him up and he is now sporting the turquoise spray again.

**** sigh **** Lambie – always speshul!

Some days, I just need to sit in a field with a little orphan foal.  Perspective is important in my life and talking to Brisk gives me so much.

I constantly check everyone but, most of all, I need to know that little Brisk is alright.  He had the deck stacked against him and we are continually hoping for a positive outcome, ie a home for life where he will be loved and appreciated.

So Floss and I spent the afternoon just talking to Brisk.

He sees no love from Tor or Camus and I think it is very important that he knows he has self-worth and value – not pounds, shilling and pence value but value of himself.

Brisk has had to learn this lesson far too early.

Sometimes life is not fair.

We have made a point of not letting Brisk rely on us for his identity.  He must not be a mummy’s boy.  It will do him no good.

So, we are pleased to see that he is learning independence while not depending on other ponies or humans.

Brisk is a darling little boy. He is so gentle and has so much to give.  Not a mean bone in his body.  He just is not that kind of guy.

This is a very rare Shetland pony.  I can count on one hand how many Shetland ponies are like him.  Fivla is one – gentle, kind and never pushes the boundaries.  Just happy to have folk around.  If I had more space, I would keep Brisk in a heartbeat.

I am currently looking after an orphan foal (Brisk – a skewbald one) whose mother died of a broken pelvis a few weeks back.

This little dude, Brisk, is still drinking milk even though his foster mum won’t let him suck.  He drinks it out of a shallow  bucket and I have been using up my replacement mare milk supplies on him.

Brisk is flourishing with his adoptive family and we are all committed to do our best with this darling miniature Shetland pony.

At the very least, Brisk deserves this.  I put a request on Shetlink for any leftover bags of Multimilk that needed finishing.  There were no replies.

The silence was deafening.

But, I am not one to give up, so I asked our local veterinary practice if they had any spare open Multimilk.  Sadly, they didn’t so they gave him a full bag instead!

I would like to extend my thanks to Shetland Vets, who very generously donated a large bag of Multimilk to Brisk.

For Brisk to be grow up and to be weaned successfully, this milk is essential for his development.

Shy bairns get nowt.  I asked because Brisk needs this milk and Shetland Vets understand the importance for his development in his future life.

So all I can say is a huge thank you to Shetland Vets.  You didn’t have to do this but you did and that means so much to all of us involved in Brisk’s care and future.

Brisk can have a future.  He may have no mum but there is the way forward for him.

He is one of the nicest Shetland ponies I have ever met.