I've bought myself a new horse today..
There was a guy importing lots of icelandic horses last year, but didn't manage to feed them properly so the police took care of them and sold them on an auktion... today.
They've had them for 7 weeks to get them somewhat in shape.. and there were still lots of really skinny horses. Especially two mares with foals, one of them had her hip-bones sticking out like 5 inches or so.. :/
Anyway.. among them was Sólon frá Guðrúnarstöðum, a yearling stallion..tiny and like..yellow xD
I gave the first bid.. and suddenly stood there with the last one as well. And a new horse, rather unexpectedly, actully.. I hadn't planned for it.. but oh well. I've always liked icelandics.
Somehow I had expected him to know how to lead and such basics.. I expected too much. We got him home and it took 20 minutes before I found a way to get him into the stall (half diving him before me with my body, half steering with the halter rope..), poor thing was so confused. And rather afraid of people too. But at the same time very gentle and social. I spent some time with him in the stall, and he stood perfectly as I brushed out his mane and tail, probably for the first time in his life, and scratched all the nice places. He didn't let me close to the legs or under the belly tho, I can only imagine that he's just not used to being touched.
We used one of our other horses to lead him to the pasture, and oncethere he actually let me close enough to remove the halter when they had first met.
I'm sure he'll be a very kind, gentle and fun horse to ride in a few years :)
At the auktion
At home, trying to figure out what I mean with that pulling of the leadrope..
Meeting the others
His head, in the stall