More flyers?

We've introduced a number of the creatures who share the Rectoryreserve but have yet to mention the main reason why we moved here from the sub-urban sprawl of the South-East nearly a decade ago.
And that reason was to indulge a passion in carriage driving - or 'flying with horses' as it is sometimes known. This was personified by the acquisition of Mr Ritz and Maxim's, or Ritz and Max as they prefer to be called.
We moved here at the beginning of August and Ritz and Max came to join us at the end of September. That was a lot quicker than we had planned. But we found them a lot faster than we had anticipated. We were not ready!

Their arrival is not easily forgotten. They were coming up from the far South of the country and were due to arrive late morning. Soon after breakfast our nearest neighbour, who is about half a mile away, rang to ask if we could help her extricate a fox which had got trapped in one of her (barbed wire) fences. So off went the husband leaving me to finish preparing the makeshift stable in the barn (although stable fitments were on order these were scheduled to arrive somewhat later) prior to the horses' arrival. So I was somewhat flustered when a young chap arrived in the yard and said he had a delivery. I told him to leave it in the back porch. "Doubt if it'll fit" said he. "Well leave it outside the door then" said I. "Not a good idea, doubt it'll stay there long" said he. "What the hell is it, then?" said I. "Horses and carriage". "But you're not supposed to get here for another couple of hours; we're not ready for you yet!"
Happily, he was a chap with a sense of humour and when I explained about the absent husband's mission, he promptly went off to help. When they both returned, we agreed the best thing was to unload and turn the horses out in the little walled garden - full of interesting plants and shrubs to eat, which luckily distracted the horses sufficiently to stop them stepping over the little picket fence to explore further afield - and go and have a cup of tea and 'unpack' the rest of the delivery.
Thus it was that a couple of hours later, Wilf having left on his long journey home, we were to be found holding two strange horses, trying to work out which was which (they are half-brothers and almost identical to the unfamiliar eye) and wondering what on earth to do next. Though we'd had a horse at livery for a couple of years, this was our first experience of keeping horses at home. They obviously sensed our confusion and couldn't have behaved better. Eventually we turned them out in what we call the Rectory Field. It's a decent field now but at the time it was just a rough 2 acres of 5ft high straggly grass and (lots of) weed with slightly dodgy fencing in part. They didn't care though - after their journey they were happy to go anywhere with grass and were soon almost submerged in greenery.

Things got better from then onwards - but more of that, and them, another day. The pictures show them relaxing in the Church Field and competing in a carriage driving competition.