When I went out this morning, I could see that everyone was feeling a bit soggy. The Icelandic herd of boys all looked a bit fed up, despite being in the last of the good fields, ie the only one with any grass which we have been saving for as long as we could.
This time of year grass is at a huge premium and we try to rotate fields so they don’t get churned up. This is a new method for us.
BeAnne rushed up and down protecting the fences. It is her important job. She knows this. A collie taught her.
Three of the boys had been brought in to eat their hard feed. Currently, only Haakon (because he is old and lost weight last winter), Taktur (because he is a stallion in training and tends to drop weight at the slightest hint) and Efstur (because he has done some growing and appears to have lost weight) are fed and rugged if rain is forecast. Today we rugged them up. Rain will appear later.
So you know, Dreki remains a dear boy. I ❤️ this little chap. Him and his sister, Lilja – peas in a pod.
So, I have been pottering about all day, doing nothing strenuous and, as the weather brightened up this afternoon, I took BeAnne for a walk.
She went grudgingly and had to be put on a lead as she has a tendency to turn tail and go home if you are not noticing.
Upon my return home, I could see the boys had spread out and were now enjoying the grass.
Honestly you would think we were being cruel.
They are a fussy bunch. Just because we refuse to open the silage or feed them hay yet does not mean anyone is starving.
Yes, Iacs. Starving.