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.
Pages
- Postings
- Jules Verne & Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Pony in William Morris' Kitchen
- Icelandic Horse Books
- Icelandic Breeding Standards
- Best of Blessi Stories
- Is this trotty, pacey or clear tolt or rack
- MCOA Hereditary Eye Defect in Silver Dapples
- Bone Spavin in the Icelandic Horse
- Laminitis
- Velkomin, Bienvenu--How to translate Blessiblog
- MtDNA Origins of the Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Horse Twins--A Wonderful and Cautionary Tale
- Using World Fengur
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Adelle's Hello Sung By Kittens
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Valois Black Nose Sheep "harassing" hikers in Alps
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Learn Icelandic in Seattle
Learn to speak Icelandic online (and an awful lot of work). The Seattle Iceland Club has a link to some free sample on-line lessons in speaking Icelandic (after that you need to pay). I looked at one of the intro videos and had trouble with the Icelandic version of Good day. I am sure that has to do with the slight hearing defect that I have.
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Icelandic Horses Christchurch, New Zealand
Here's some lovely drone footage of eleven Icelandic horses and riders trail riding along the sea near Christchurch, NZ.
Thursday, July 18, 2019
2016 World Equestrian Festival
Monday, July 15, 2019
Riding Icelandics in Grand Gourmet Tour of France
Can you imaging riding Icelandics from vineyard to vineyard, from medieval town to medieval town, sipping wine and dining on exquisite French cuisine? Here's a video to help.
Friday, July 12, 2019
Brúará River in Iceland circa 1900
Ever wonder why Icelandics tend to be calm, confident, and agile? These
riders are crossing a bridge in (not over) the Brúará River in Iceland,
circa 1900. Photo from Cornell University, Frederick Howell
collection.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Training,Trust, and Leadership
Here's a video from Koudbloed Kim showing how much fun you can have with your horses if you establish a bond of leadership with trust.
Friday, July 5, 2019
Behind the Scenes of Printing Hestur Book
Samy Berkani is publishing a new book, Hestur, about the Icelandic horses. Here is a fascinating look at the printing process for publishing a book with amazing photos of this breed.
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
A Poem for Blessi
I won a small group writing contest for producing a humorous story. The prize I selected was a poem about Blessi, who certainly deserves a book of verses. For your reading pleasure, here is:
To Blessi
by Gabriel Stevenson
A horse is a horse of course,
But this horse is a Viking.
To my eternal liking,
He embodies the Norse.
Intelligence and force
This equine proudly displays.
When he works and plays,
This horse is something grand,
Pride of an Icy Land,
And heir of bygone days.
*
Land of Ice and Fire,
Like J.R.R. described.
When in Iceland you ride,
This is the steed you desire.
Sure, the Clydesdale is much higher,
And the Arab has more speed;
Over every other breed,
The Lipizzaner is most royal,
But the Icelander is most loyal
In the hour of your need.
*
You might think it funny
Or say it was a ruse
To see a horse dressed as a moose,
But this one’s sweet as honey.
Groomer of cats and bunnies,
Glutton for donuts and apples,
Herder of zombies and cattle,
He’s gentle as a lamb,
But strong too, like a ram,
When you’re in the saddle.
*
We feared that this horse we had lost
That our steed of valor,
We’d meet in Valhalla,
O’er the rainbow bridge Bifrost.
But his time had not yet come to cross.
For his health, Þakka Æsir.
He’s not fancy or dressy,
But he’s more than just a horse.
These verses without remorse,
I dedicate to Blessi.
To Blessi
by Gabriel Stevenson
A horse is a horse of course,
But this horse is a Viking.
To my eternal liking,
He embodies the Norse.
Intelligence and force
This equine proudly displays.
When he works and plays,
This horse is something grand,
Pride of an Icy Land,
And heir of bygone days.
*
Land of Ice and Fire,
Like J.R.R. described.
When in Iceland you ride,
This is the steed you desire.
Sure, the Clydesdale is much higher,
And the Arab has more speed;
Over every other breed,
The Lipizzaner is most royal,
But the Icelander is most loyal
In the hour of your need.
*
You might think it funny
Or say it was a ruse
To see a horse dressed as a moose,
But this one’s sweet as honey.
Groomer of cats and bunnies,
Glutton for donuts and apples,
Herder of zombies and cattle,
He’s gentle as a lamb,
But strong too, like a ram,
When you’re in the saddle.
*
We feared that this horse we had lost
That our steed of valor,
We’d meet in Valhalla,
O’er the rainbow bridge Bifrost.
But his time had not yet come to cross.
For his health, Þakka Æsir.
He’s not fancy or dressy,
But he’s more than just a horse.
These verses without remorse,
I dedicate to Blessi.
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