My car is at the garage having life-saving surgery so I am running about in the horse-van, which is fine, if a bit big for the job.
I have been putting off my decision to take the Old Ones home since they were loving life at Leradale so much.
And, while I don’t want the Minions to even sniff a blade of grass, the Icelandics need more, especially the old ones (Haakon, Iacs and Kolka).
Today I made the decision to bring them home because when Kolka turned slightly, I swear I saw a line of ribs which made me suck my teeth. No, not on Iacs – he just looks strange. That’s his normal.
So I put headcollars on Kolka and Klængur and attempted to load them. Klængur was having none of it. He wouldn’t even go near the ramp. So I tied him up and quickly loaded Kolka, who was very obliging. Then I turned my attention back on Klængur who was upset his “wife” was now in the van. As Klængur’s main aim in life is to stand next to his beloved, I used this knowledge to my advantage and pretty soon he loaded and I drove them home. I also told Klængur that he would end up staying at Leradale with only the Minions for company forever!
And now, in these photos Kolka doesn’t look too bad for a 27 years old.
(if Klængur gets fat, he has a place reserved at my friend’s Fat Camp for the summer, like last year.)
And then I went back and got Haakon and Iacs who loaded like the dream horses they are.
Iacs would’ve probably driven home if he knew how to work the pedals.
Secretly I am thrilled my horses are home. I hated not being able to see them when I look out of the window. It feels “right” now.
