The “old men” are in the field that surrounds our garden, or “the middle field” as it is known here.
Iacs was hanging over the gate looking hopeful. I went inside to get my camera to capture his little optimistic face only to find Daisy had taken the Silly-Frilly out to let him EAT THE GARDEN!
Tell no one. OH would have a conniption if he saw this!
Daisy had plans for Iacs so led him through the garden.
Another frowned upon activity in OH’s book but we do it as it is an easy short-cut.
I drew the line at Iacs looking at my herb bed and said so.
So he averted his gaze instead.
Meanwhile, the other two field-mates (Haakon and Klængur) had nodded off.
They don’t waste their energy running up and down the fence shouting for Iacs to return. Why bother!
Nope, they relaxed and enjoyed the sunshine.
The other day, I decided to have Klængur shod (just fronts) but now he is lame/stiff/wonky on one of his backs and so is offishully resting until it is better – just when I wanted to start riding again ** sigh **. Typical.
And of course Iacs joined the sleepy old men and happily adopted the position too!