My 21 year old Icelandic horse, Haakon from Camster, occasionally stops being the grown-up of the group and likes a game.
(Don’t you think he looks very prehistoric in his winter coat? Almost a Przewalski’s horse. In fact, genetic analyses have revealed links between the Mongolian horse and the Icelandic horse.)
Uncanny. They could be twins. Same belly!
Anyway, the old fool enjoys a good game with his second-best friend, Taktur. Iacs, of course,is his first-best friend.
It was Haakon starting the Game of Crocodiles too.
Crocodiles involves wandering around with your mouth open while just innocently happening to “resting your teeth” on your victim. You then hang on for grim death or until they react.
If anyone says horses do not have a sense of humour, then show them this photo. I completely disagree and can only think those that think it are probably very boring themselves.
Anyway, the boys’ games disintegrated and resulted in being shouted at.
Rugs are sacred and cost the earth.
I told Haakon that the rug cost more than he probably does these days – so they both adopted an innocent-sulky look.
They continued to play when I went into the house. I know this because Taktur’s rug was undone at the neck straps this evening.