Vitamin and Fivla make me laugh. They can’t manage soaked hay as they don’t have the teeth for it anymore but they must have something. I was told to just give them a big bucket of Fast Fibre (Allen & Page) every morning and they could graze their way through it slowly.

Fat chance. It was gone in ten minutes! I tried again and gone just as quickly.  Food is food.

So, rather than leave the old ladies to digest all morning, I now feed them little and often – about every 2-3 hours with a smaller bucket of Fast Fibre.

I don’t want Vitamin to lose weight.

Meanwhile, everyone else wants a bucket of grub every 2-3 hours through the day.  Again, fat chance.  They get soaked hay and I have decided to reduce rations as it is not being finished.

Meanwhile, out in the fields there are three lurking Icelandic horses.  I go out daily with carrots to check no one has colic or laminitis.  Iacs farts his way towards me and everyone else moves well and looks good.

Haakon heard a motorbike in the far distance and did his best to look like a Przewalski’s horse ….

….. or a cave painting.

Iacs just did his best.  This winter he is favouring the woolly mammoth look.

And, well, Kolka was busy trying to hoover up all the small carrot bits everyone else had dropped. We can’t all look beautiful all of the time.

And tonight, after making a sheep.  My fan club awaited me.

I was followed to the Feed Shed.  Cupboard love.