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.
Researchers at the University of Cambridge have show that
horses can count in
the 4 to 6 range. They dropped differing amounts of fake apples (to eliminate
the influence of smell) into two buckets. When released, the horse almost
always went to the bucket with the most apples.
The horse considered two small apples to be better than one large apple.