I felt bad but it had to be done.
Despite it being a glorious sunny and still evening, everyone who is rugged had to have their rugs put on because tomorrow was going to be a day of shite (that is actual meteorological terminology used frequently in Shetland).
So, I went out in the Eggbox (Suzuki Jimny), like I was going on safari with the boot stuffed full of rugs, water containers and headcollars. But first I threw carrots at the little boys and they came galloping over. Tiddles was easy, standing still, and putting his own rug on if he could. Then I drove over the open grazing (scattald) to see the old folk. Diff on, low-range and we off-roaded into the hill.
Again, they galloped down to see me and no one needed asking to stand still or needed a headcollar. I wonder if horses and ponies have a barometer built in, or know when bad weather is imminent? I could feel the appreciation, though and I was right – today is a shitty day – all wind and rain. But I know their rugs are doing their jobs.
Even little FIvla said I could take her rug off possibly in August, but not a minute before!
When I got home, I found Monster had worked out his new bed and was very happy in it too – it’s his Man Cave. So, win, win.
