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.
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Friday, November 13, 2015
Blessi and the Hen
My friend Judy took this picture of Blessi and his friend the hen. There are several that follow him around and even try to steal oats when he is eating his supplements. I love the effect of the shadows and low lighting.
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