As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
Greta Thunberg and an Icelandic horse named Gandalf appear on the cover of the first edition of Vogue Scandinavia. What a perfect pairing to illustrate concern for the environment.
Here's a link to more information about the article and additional photographs featuring Gandalf.
A herd of 100 wild ponies (10 to 12 hands) rove about the Grayson Highlands State Park in the Appalachians of Virginia. Local inhabitants say the ponies were released in the 1970s (some sources claim the 1940s) to graze down the meadows. The wild cattle who are pastured on the mountain sides
are brought in during the winter, but these ponies do quite well
foraging for themselves over the winter.
Certainly some of the herd look like they have some Icelandic breeding, although many look just a bit taller than a Shetland. There is a silver dapple herd stallion that looks quite Icelandic. And there were Icelandics in the US in the 70s, not so many in the 40s.
Use this link to check out the photos. What do you think? I was unable to find any genetic studies of the origins of this herd.
Here's a great video of the leg action of Icelandic horses filmed by scuba divers. It looks most of them are tolting. I wonder if there is any efficiency to tolting while swimming or each horse has an individual preference?