Equine Enstartlement

It is an excellent thing when people discover mutual interests; it means that the fun can be shared, even if that is the fun of speculative planning only. Shooting the breeze, really, I suppose, but nonetheless, when the information coming in entirely complements that already available, then you know you are on to a winner.

In the while since we discussed this, I have managed to refine the plan even further, and I believe that it will yield results in the field of equine psychological research. I am no expert in these matters, but I would reckon that very little research has been undertaken into either the thought processes, or depth perception of horses. This, I would imagine, is a field of immense potential academic interest, but one which would yield very little in funding or future returns.

Having had it suggested to me that in that land of dream, where we are all masters of our own destinies and where money is no object, that it would be nice to own a farm and keep retired shire horses, I immediately set to thinking.

Bearing in mind the parameters I have drawn, I pose the question as to whether or not it would be possible to freak out the most placid of horses when their perceptions are sorely tried.

So, along with the retired Shire horses, those most placid of equine giants, my mind turned to Shetland ponies. (Or, at a push, retired pit ponies). If kept together, and just for effect, a few bonsai trees and Canadian Redwoods were added to the mix, would we have Shires thinking themselves to be Shetlands and vice versa?

Would they get confused - "are you small or just a long way off?"

It's something to ponder.

Off for strong-coffee infused NWO editing now; then a short collapse, I think. I am tired, too much activity, not enough sleep.

Equine Enstartlement

It is an excellent thing when people discover mutual interests; it means that the fun can be shared, even if that is the fun of speculative planning only. Shooting the breeze, really, I suppose, but nonetheless, when the information coming in entirely complements that already available, then you know you are on to a winner.

In the while since we discussed this, I have managed to refine the plan even further, and I believe that it will yield results in the field of equine psychological research. I am no expert in these matters, but I would reckon that very little research has been undertaken into either the thought processes, or depth perception of horses. This, I would imagine, is a field of immense potential academic interest, but one which would yield very little in funding or future returns.

Having had it suggested to me that in that land of dream, where we are all masters of our own destinies and where money is no object, that it would be nice to own a farm and keep retired shire horses, I immediately set to thinking.

Bearing in mind the parameters I have drawn, I pose the question as to whether or not it would be possible to freak out the most placid of horses when their perceptions are sorely tried.

So, along with the retired Shire horses, those most placid of equine giants, my mind turned to Shetland ponies. (Or, at a push, retired pit ponies). If kept together, and just for effect, a few bonsai trees and Canadian Redwoods were added to the mix, would we have Shires thinking themselves to be Shetlands and vice versa?

Would they get confused - "are you small or just a long way off?"

It's something to ponder.

Off for strong-coffee infused NWO editing now; then a short collapse, I think. I am tired, too much activity, not enough sleep.