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.