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Moved them All

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I decided that no one really needed to be in the “storm field” and I want to save that for when the weather is revolting so the old horses and ponies have access to the best shelter and grass.

So, I moved everyone. First I gave them all their breakfast and then I led Haakon and Kolka, while Iacs followed behind across the hill to Clothie.

And then I took Fivla and Vitamin over. Everyone was very pleased to be in their new field so I am glad I made that decision for them.

Obviously the big shed is ready for when we need it but I don’t want to shove them inside for every bit of bad weather, especially when it has not got that cold yet.

It was interesting that none of them were asking to come inside during our most recent storm and were very happy out and about so I am listening to them and watching. Obviously, if they were struggling outside, it is easy enough to get them in or put a rug on. I am saying all this because the bush telegraph is buzzing about the way I keep my old horses and ponies.

Apparently I should be rugging and/or getting them inside.  Not yet, not if they don’t need it.  They all have a good coverage of fat and a thick coat.  They are built for this and when they start to show that they are not, then obviously I will do something about it.  Now I hope that ends all the speculation that is apparently doing the rounds in Shetland.

Farrier Today

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We had our farrier, Stephen, coming at 10 o’clock this morning so I had everyone up in their paddocks and ready.

Breakfast first, though, obviously.  Priorities.

I told myself that Haakon does not eat like a giraffe.  Well, not very much.

The little ones were desperate to be in with the big ones and for a second I thought it might be a great idea.

And then I remembered it would probably result in all out war and lots of mud churned up so I kept that gate shut.

As none of the oldies eats hay these days, I gave them a good bucket of Fast Fibre hay replacer so their tummies wouldn’t mind that they weren’t grazing while they waited.  The Shetlands got a haynet to share which they weren’t interested in at all – too busy gazing at the others.

Pepper and I waited in the car as it was warm and got us out of the north wind.   She was so happy to see Stephen’s van.

Only four out of ten had their feet done – in winter hooves grow slower apparently.

So we were done by lunchtime which was convenient.  All in all it was a very good morning and no signs of laminitis on anyone – huzzah!  Onwards, ever onwards.

A Tad Feisty Out There!

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It’s a tad feisty out there.

These photos are from breakfast first thing. The light was not great.  The big ones are savyy and know never to lift their heads until all food is finished, or they will lose their buckets to the wind.

One of the sheds offered a sheltered wall and I hid the Vitamin and Fivla behind it.

For the others, they all stopped bickering and ate their food quickly. Even Newt shared which is unheard of.

It was a day of wild hairstyles!

I could see that the container was used overnight (poo evidence) and was pleased the ponies have learned that they have options, especially when it is raining.  Even using the container as a wind-break in their new track is their favourite place to stand.

Around every corner is a sheep staying out of the fierce wind.

There is plenty of grass around the house and in fields so they make their own choices, usually leaving ‘Ster behind. He hates going under certain fences and then finds himself all alone in the world and I have to sort it out.  There is pitiful baa’ing at my front door.

During the day, the horses ignored the wind while Fivla and Vitamoobag stood at the bottom of the valley with a dry stone wall taller than them for shelter.  I know for a fact there will be no wind down there.

And at the moment outside, it is an ambient F10 with a bitter north wind.  I am bored of this now, thank you.

The North Wind Doth Blow

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As I write, the wind is gaining strength but my plan is go day-by-day through this storm.  Like the train in Dumbo, “I think I can, I think I can“.

My only priority is that Iacs gets his pills daily and everyone else is safe, that’s all I want.

And if the electricity could stay on as well, then that’s a bonus too.

And, as I am now have a shopping list of all my requests, that all the outbuildings and our roof stay intact or at least on.

As I was on my way out of the door (going to work on a friend’s website), I found this lot had let themselves back out of their field – quite the woolly escape artistes, they are when they choose – and were posing for an album cover.

I’m not sure what the name of the band is but I expect they all know.  Something to do with wool or food.

The Shetland ponies have made camp behind their containers – a very sheltered spot with grass and bucket of water.  I am refusing to worrying about them.

They are tough and healthy – much more so too than last year.

Even Tiddles looks good.

So, that’s me, off to put the ducks and hens to bed for the night.  The wind is going up a notch overnight and then the fun really begins.  Buckets in the wind!

Let me count the ways I love winter….. ah yes, none.

Moved Them

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This morning Vitamoobag and her not-much-of-a-friend Kolka escaped and went walkabout around the croft.  It was all my fault. I didn’t secure the gate when I brought the breakfast buckets and it swung open in the wind offering a lovely escape route.  Obviously, they took it.

Kolka was easy to catch (with a dog-lead attached to the world’s smallest Shetland pony/foal headcollar (so shoot me, it’s all I could grab) around her neck like a necklace) and I returned her quickly to her field before she had another independant thought.

Vitamoobag was not so helpful and had wandered to the house. She had no intention of being caught ever again but using the old “I’m not holding a headcollar and I don’t want to catch you” ruse, I got her and put her back too.

While we did the slow walk back to the field, I mused that as the weather was going to disintegrate, perhaps this herd would be better off in a more sheltered field, as well as having more grass to eat.

So using the now successful method (patent pending) of leading a horse/pony without the right equipment, I put  my teensy tiny headcollar/dog lead contraption around Haakon’s neck and told him to come with me, which of course he did (such a well brought up chap).

Everyone else followed.

And now this lot are happy in a field with lots of grass and shelter.

One problem, though, three of them are pretty much the same colour as their background.  Spot three horses!

There you go.  Two….

Plus one.

But at least I can see Fivla and Vitamoobag still.