Lyra’s best friend is finally home.

Daisy has finished at St Snotter’s University and came home on the boat arriving this morning.

After saying hello to her Bimble (aka Iacs) who was loafing in his field by the house, we drove to Sandness to see Lyra who was thrilled to see her.  Lyra tolerates other people but she loves Daisy.  She always has.

I don’t know what it is or why it is but that is the way it has always been.

Lyra and Daisy are the best of friends and this uncomplicated relationship is based entirely on trust in each other.

Ever since she was a foal, Lyra has always chosen Daisy and vice versa.

Meanwhile, Lyra’s mother, Vitamin looked on, happy that her daughter has someone who loves her as much as she does.

Vitamin is a wise old mare.  She has always known what is best for her little girl.

I have spent the day cleaning the house and making chocolate brownies in preparation for Daisy’s, my elder daughter, return so here are some more photos from yesterday.  I know, cheap cop-out, but the house is filthy and I must look at least like I made an effort.

This is Lambie’s spot in the garden. He doesn’t like the coarse wind (still cold here) but he loves sitting in the sunshine. This fish box is perfect Lambie size and he sits outside for hours, unless it rains and them he comes scuttling into the kitchen bleating his complaint.

If you are worrying about little Storm (of not dissimilar in colour), he is fine and enjoying life.

I even think he has put on a bit of weight and I am very pleased about this.

He is still, and I think will always be, a Mummy’s boy.  He is so earnest and honest.

But behind this Cuthbert Fotherington-Thomas exterior is a terror who has very lovely and effective teeth!

I love this picture – Storm is determined to bite the Waffle bottom if it would just stop running away.

I haven’t forgotten about Silver.  He is staying away from me as he hates having his winter coat brushed out.  He has never forgiven me for trying to pull his foal-tats off.

Anyway, everyone plays endlessly and they never stop trying to find ways to annoy each other.  It is a full-time job and one they are totally committed too.

Anyway, it is fun watching them all galloping about, kicking up their heels.

Little Tiddles always looks all innocent, delicious and cuddly-wuddly.  Not a bad thought, never a bad word, always a sweetheart.

Oh yes.

He is darling little boy with a lovely hair-do.

He moves beautifully, in a lovely outline and pointing toe-toes, giving Totilas a run for his money.

He would make a superb jousting pony, if we could find a jockey small enough!  Why am I suddenly thinking of Sir Didymus and Ambrosius?  I can see BeAnne doing this….

https://youtu.be/Jm29QHaRyuY

And what is the buzz-word at the moment in the horse world? – ah, yes, scopey! (bleugh)  

Tiddles is scopey.

“The word can be used in relation to movement or conformation. If a horse moves fluidly,lightly and with good reach and suspension that can mean “scopey””.

As one of the boys, Tiddles gives as good as he gets now.  Silver was in the field with Kappi being a grown-up.

Tiddles’ BFF (best friend forever) is still Storm.

Storm puts up with a great deal of aggro from this little midge and he is very nice about the endless torment.

Tiddles just has this wicked side that appears occasionally, ok most days!

Mwahahahaha!

Lambie went to see veterinary (Herriot speak) this morning.  Whilst trying his very best (he is such a little trooper), Lambie remains lame and grinding his teeth when he lies in my arms at night.  This means he is in pain and I hate that.

He was given more of antibiotics and painkillers and has put on 200g of weight (1.8kg now).  The vet reckoned his prognosis was good and although he might have an odd gait, he should make a good recovery and have a happy pain-free life ahead of him.

When we got home, he was already feeling better.  Ok, he is not gambolling quite yet but he is trip-trapping as well as running after BeAnne trying to follow her everywhere at quite some speed even when she is trying to escape.

Afterwards, I managed a nice ride on Haakon who was on happy tölting form.  Riding is the only time I can forget my spine so I like to have a potter whenever I can.

It has been a peaceful day and, leaving BeAnne with her charge, I went into the field to take photos of the Minions, etc.

Everyone is still hanging onto their winter-woollies and I don’t blame them as it can be cold, especially at night.

I think we will clip Tiddles when he is castrated later, like we did with the Minions last year.

Tiddles is getting a bit much for Storm and bounces up and down all over him.  Poor Storm is still at the bottom.  Maybe Lambie will be his new best friend when he is slightly bigger.

Oh yes, and I had a poached egg for lunch.  That is the true colour of our eggs.  Aren’t they beautiful?

It was delicious. Sometimes nothing beats a poached egg on toast.

I seemed to be the only person with any diesel in a four-wheel drive today (the local shop has run out which results in a 20 minute drive to find any).  So, as it was the day my neighbour wanted to put his stallions out with his mares, I volunteered to help, leaving Lambie with my neighbour.  She had very kindly offered to look after him when I was stealing rhubarb from her garden!

The handsome Alex was looking forward to meeting his mares and has been shouting his mouth off at the stallion/mare combo in the opposite field for a few days.  He was ready for his girls.

So we gave Alex three beautiful mares to entertain.

So he said he couldn’t get over the stream and he was stuck.

This is a very small stream that Alex has crossed to and fro happily for the past few weeks with his friends.  Today, he couldn’t.  So we left him to work it out for himself, confident that by the time we returned, he would’ve had it sussed and gone over to introduce himself.

The next trip involved taking two mares to Lyra’s beautiful dad, Zain of Berry.  Lyra is Vitamin’s daughter and Indy’s half sister.

That visit went well.  Zain was very happy to see ladies and rushed over.

The mares were suitably impressed to see Zain and we left them to it.

Zain is a lovely boy and such a gorgeous colour.

But, when we returned home, Alex will still by himself and still had not worked out how to jump the teensy-weensy stream.

*** sigh *** – he might work it out one day.