A rug has been found for Delia.  One of Hammy’s old ones (I thought they had all gone with him when he escorted Indy to his new home).

Poor Delia is utterly fed up of me going into her field with yet another flappy bat thing.   I have tried on a different rug almost every day.  None of them fitted. I can almost hear her sigh when she sees me.  Anyway, this one almost fits – it will do until her bigger rug arrives. Her bottom sticks out a little.

Lyra was intrigued and very curious about Delia’s new fashion item.

She was trying to rest her teeth on the fabric until I shouted at her – that is her “Who? Me?” face.

Once the rug was on and fitted to her, Delia was snuggly, very snuggly indeed.  I hope it will make a huge difference to her this winter.

After the fitting, I went round taking silly photos of the ladies.

Lyra, as always, looked beautiful.  She is a very pretty mare.

Her mother, Vitamin, hogged the camera completely.  Bless her, she is such a character – she always wuffles when she sees me.  Indy was so like her (I miss him desperately).

So I shall sleep happier knowing Delia has a wearable rug for the oncoming foul winter weather.  The temperature is slowly dropping and the usual mud, that never really went away, is returning.  I will dig out my winter wardrobe soon.

There was a lull for a couple of hours in the weather this afternoon so, having spent the morning creating more of the f***ing website, I went out to do my chores as quickly as possible before the rain started again.

The Minions had turned up so I fed them a token-gesture, but took Storm out to give him a real bucket of calories.  I felt under his rug to see if it was wet but after 24 hours of rain, Storm was lovely and dry underneath.

I think it is a Ruggles’ – 250g Teflon Coated Combo Turnout Rug or the 400g 1200D Teflon Coated Combo Turnout Rug

I cannot recommend this rug highly enough.  Whatever weight it is, I know that it is Storm’s absolute most favouritist rug ever.  He even tries to bite me if I suggest removing it.  He would quite like it on all summer too.  It fits very well and is, hopefully, invincible.

It does not stop any games, either.  Restricted?  Hell, no!

Anyway, everyone was on top form, galloping about, annoying each other, as is a Minion’s want!

Nothing contains a Minion.  Fences are just badly made containment inventions.

This sight depresses me hugely but I have to admire Minion ingenuity and the fact that the big horses can’t do it ….. yet.

They are so happy they can escape to the best grassy field.

There is always lots of galloping about to prove their point!

At least they can’t open gates……. again, yet!

I want Hjalti to realise that I am not just the person who tries to catch him only to endlessly fiddle about with his hoof, wrapping and unwrapping irritating bandages, dragging him here, there and everywhere as well as sticking pins into him.

Oooh, the indignity of it all.

Now his hoof is on the mend, my OH and I went to see him with pocketfuls of carrot slices.

Hjalti has only recently decided that we are not trying to force-feed him poison and will graciously accept a carrot if it is the right size to slip into his mouth so he can daintily chew it.

Luckily for Hjalti, his mother is very keen on carrots too so sets a good example.

Hetja doesn’t waste time holding grudges.  Her motto is life is too short to waste on saying no to potential calories.

But once the food has gone, mother and son are gone too.  Bunched bottoms vanishing into the distance!

Hjalti moves beautifully and it is a pleasure to watch him run around.

He is still very reliant on Hetja.

I am wondering whether to introduce him to two of the Minions (or even all four).  If so, which ones and would this be A Bad Thing.

Would Hetja be nice to my little boys?

Too much to think about.  I will sleep on it.

It is that time of decade again – when I decide to redesign the Thordale website.

The site is horribly out-of-date and has been praying on my mind for a while.

I have a few new ideas and want a completely new look.

I am only truly inspired when I am forced to stay indoors because of the bad weather and today we are having the other half of the past few days’ gale.

I did manage to get outside briefly at lunchtime, when there was a slight lull, to feed those that needed feeding and to take off Hjalti’s poultice/bandage to inspect his now-healing abscess.  The fresh air was forced into my lungs at 50mph.

But back to the f—-ing website because this is what it has been renamed!

I have to force myself to stay focussed and not to go off looking for Wu so I can take some photos of him looking particularly gorgeous.

I failed dismally.

Website – a little bit of time spent
Wu – lots of time spent because I just can’t resist.

These past few weeks, I have noticed a huge flock of golden plovers – or congregation.

They land in my field and then erupt into the sky with a massive flapping (sounds like whirring) of wings, swooping over me.

It is an awesome sight.

There are hundreds of golden plovers and I stand watching them (praying they don’t poop on me!) while they decide on their next place to land.

It can take a few minutes while they all fly in formation suddenly turning as one and changing colour as their pale under-carriage and wings are now on show.  Most amazing.

These are European Golden Plovers – Pluvialis apricaria.

Meanwhile, back on earth, a certain horse is in my bad books.  Haakon and his friends are on a diet, for obvious reasons, but they are not happy about it while the weather is vile.

As it is about to turn again, I caved, opened the gate and shouted.  No one was asked twice.  There was a thunder of hooves, some squealing/bucking and then they all quickly settled down.

Taktur was very pleased to see the adults.

He gets very bored of Minion sitting.

Then Lambie and Lambert started to complain about having to be proper sheep living in a field. Yes, I let them out only to find them pressed up against the front door, trying to get in.

They have their own bedroom and they can go in there during the storm.  Lambie’s beautiful eyes are not going to sway me.

No, no, no!  (He does have the loveliest eyes, though!)