So you know…..

These three will stay together and remain at Thordale.

I hadn’t ever reckoned on keeping them.  That was not the plan.  The bebbies were only meant to come here as a stop-gap (I was the one with the shed and the time) as they were too weak to go to the originally arranged hill park.  Their condition score from the vet of 0 meant they needed to put on weight before we considered the next plan.  They were offered to their original breeders or to find new homes, but somehow the bebbies wormed their way into my stone-cold heart and there they will stay.

I have now reached the point where I can’t imagine splitting them up as they are a very tight-knit little group of friends.

So, there we are.  We are not blessed with foals this year what with Velvereta and her foal’s unexpected death and Verona not being pregnant.  Maybe the bebbies were meant to be here instead to keep me busy and give me a purpose while my health is a bit crap.  Little someones to make me smile.

I went to find the bebbies this afternoon for a little chat.

Silver was stuck in a grotty old sheep pen attached to their paddock.

Waffle and Storm were stuck the other side behind a dry-stone wall.

None of them knew what to do about their location and they were neighing for each other.

Storm had the inspired presence of mind to climb over the dry-stone wall.

Waffle did not.  He said he was stuck.

I freed Silver from his sheep pen whereupon he stood in front of Waffle and shouted for him.

Waffle remained gormless, stuck and, by now, rather put out.

So Storm climbed back over the wall to annoy his friend and to show him just how easy it was to get over a tiny wall.

Being the nice person I am, I rumbled the rest of the wall for Storm who managed to then pick his way through and follow Silver back into his grotty sheep pen.

He managed to get stuck again.  Rather than walk over something, he walked into it.

I opened the gate realising that if “you can’t beat them, join them” and at least make it safe.

Soon all the bebbies were in the scrubby nasty old sheep pen where there is no grass, old sheep bones and some string.

I hope they are all very happy there.

I give up.

Jo cooked a delicious wabbit pie for lunch – her uncle was going back south so this was a good-bye lunch.  I had brought the dogs with me and requested that they went for a run in the field, which would save me a long dog walk later as my back is still very painful.

After the pie, we went out.  BeAnne was very taken with an old fishing float/football.

Loki went off with the big lads, Snati and Beeble.

He ran and ran everywhere, annoying everyone. He just lacks the necessary social dog skills.  They do become very fed up with him and I can’t blame them.

BeAnne did her own thing, which included taking herself off for a little swim in the burn and then rolling in as many smelly things as she could find.  She even rolled back into the burn.  I’m sorry, but we laughed.

When Loki jumped into the neighbour’s field after rabbits, Jo was very impressed to see he could easily be called off and would return – I felt rather smug at this stage.

In this enormous field, as well as the four dogs, were the Icelandic horse mares and fillies plus Klaengur, my gelding.  Esja is 3 this year and grown into a lovely lady.  She is very inquisitive and gentle.

Esja was a little too inquisitive about BeAnne so we popped her onto Klaengur’s back for safety.   He is used to her sitting there but it intrigued Esja, much to BeAnne’s disgust.

I did warn Esja.  I did try and then BeAnne told her exactly that she thought of her!

Esja luckily got the plot and left her alone to sit on her “throne”.

It was a beautiful spring day.  The horses are all looking very well and the grass is coming in slowly.

Flossie is returning south in the next few days and I wanted to go out riding with her one more time before she goes back.  Meanwhile my spine has seized up almost completely but I trusted Haakon to look after me.  I did initially think I would walk alongside Floss/Iacs but I couldn’t resist going on horseback too.

Flossie rode Iacs and we took BeAnne with us for her daily walk.

It was a stunningly gorgeous Shetland spring day.  The sea looked very inviting and green grass is beginning to appear on the scattald (open hill).

Flossie and Iacs went along very well together.  I didn’t have to worry about her at all.

We didn’t go far.  Just a couple of miles really along the road in walk.  I think Iacs broke into trot once to catch up but he is very used to doing his own thing.

We were watched by the locals, as is usual.

Flossie is turning into a nice little rider.

This is my favourite view through Haakon’s ears.  If I am talking to him, the left ear goes back to listen to me, always.

I think Flossie enjoyed herself.  She managed to tack up, untack, and lead Iacs back to his field perfectly on her own.  She then took Taktur, our ferocious stallion, by his chin hairs and led him back into the field.  I asked her if she wasn’t scared of him and she just shrugged and said no.  He is not a scary horse, he is just Taktur!

So now I have two horsey daughters.  So proud and so useful!

Jo popped over with some eggs for The Thordale Summer Egg Shop (now up and running at the end of the gate) so I asked her to give me a hand with the bebbies’ education.

We led Waffle into the shed and Storm and Silver dutifully followed.

There was a certain amount of pointing and laughing from his friends…..

and they were very interested in his lesson – taking it all in.

Each bebbie had a headcollar put on and were tied separately to a string round the edge of the school.  Waffle has a new skill.  He likes to eat his friend’s rope so we had to tie them a bit further away from each other or we will be getting through ropes.

Next was the picking up of feet and using a hoofpick too.  Fronts and backs.  They all had to do it at least once nicely and calmly, without an argument or snatching back their feet.

Storm got into a a bit of thing about this so I talked to his front end and told him how clever he was, while Jo did each foot.  He was much better then.

Err…. me (oh dear).

This is my preferred method of training – having a chat and kissing the nosey.

Silver managed to get himself into a mess.  He was swiftly put right.  All part of his education.

Storm got the hang of walking nicely (after my input obviously).

They are very trusting little souls and respond well to positive training methods and kisses.

(I bet Jo regrets visiting but at least I got to take photos this time)