They are home again, and on a strict diet. I will spare Ben’s blushes (and mine) and omit the figure that confronted me when I used the weight tape this morning. There is grass around the track and they can pick at that and I am giving them two hours on paddock grass each day. This morning I groomed Ben thoroughly, removing scurf and hair. His winter coat is well on its way.
I walked him out in hand – a long walk, good for both of us, to stretch our legs and get our heads together again. The first part of our route seemed to be lined with young horses all wanting to greet Ben and bringing out his most stallion-like behaviour. This was good to focus us both and he did focus on me, becoming more relaxed as we walked, striding out, not picking his way but walking over all the roughest of places. On our way back he still walked with me, not looking to eat until he suddenly stopped and put his head down. I asked him to move on, which he did, but as we walked on I realised that he had stopped at a squashed apple in the road. Not to be resisted of course. I turned back and Ben, knowing exactly what I was doing, walked excitedly beside me to his roadside treat.
Time went all too quickly so tomorrow I will groom Rosie thoroughly and put the weight tape around her too.
Having them home means buckets, water, poo-picking and routine; and it is good.