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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- 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
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Icelandic Horses on the Shetland Islands
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Icelandic Horse Portraits by Bragi Ingibergsson
Just to brighten everybody's day, here are some gorgeous photos of Icelandics in their native country--truly soulful portraits by Bragi J Ingibergsson. Trust me, it's worth clicking on the link.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
conducted in his run-out shed which is open to a large paddock with grass. When the vet left, I put a mounting block in the doorway, sat on it, and started to read a book as I waited for Blessi to recover from the tranquilizer. You don't want the horse to have any food available at that time since he could choke while eating.
So Blessi recovered enough to decide he wanted to go outside to eat grass. Horses could communicate this intent in many ways--pushing their way past me, head butting me, waiting patiently by the door in front of me.
Blessi is a civilized but cunning pony. He quietly stood in front of
me and stared at the book pages from about 2 inches. Then he tried to
gently turn the pages of the book. He attempted to close the book.
This went on for two or three minutes. In other words, he was
exhibiting just enough low level annoying behavior to get me to stop
reading and let him out for grass. It worked. I figured if he had
enough control of his lips to turn library book pages without tearing
them then he was recovered enough to eat grass.
Now who was controlling whom?
Now who was controlling whom?
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