Well, today we moved the last four horses from their winter grazing to their spring/summer grazing. All went well and Charlot led nicely along the road, reading my slow body language and walking with me while everyone else shot ahead at a brisk walk. While we ambled along the road, he would touch my hand with his nose as if to ask why we were going so slowly and everyone else was going so fast. I tried to grab his mane to get him to pull me up the hill but he always stopped refusing to pull! He was polite and did not barge, shove or push me, turning around for me to close the cattle grid gates as the last one through on the road.
We turned him out with the others in a field with little grass but a huge bale of silage (they will all be moved once the silage is finished). Charlot was not interested in the bale. He was more interested in new friends and instantly started to play with Floyd (a large black Shetland pony).
Lots of shenanigans, lots of squealing, lots of argy-bargy and the herd, after about an hour, re-established their pecking order. Charlot is at the bottom, and on the outside at the moment, though he managed to get to the silage bale, even though I gave him a pile to himself. He has, as usual made his peace with the Shetland fraternity and joined up with the mad Icelandic (Ljosfaxi) and Iacs who stay out of the fracas, wanting only a peaceful life.
They will settle down hopefully and once, all the politics has been sorted out, we will start working with Charlot again. Anyway, fingers crossed. He led well so that must be a start (again!). He seems alot calmer at the moment.
