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Dear Dagrun,
The first Fjords I ever saw were a pair pulling a hay wagon along a
country road in Germany in 1969. I was on a tour bus that was not about to
stop so
I could push at the severe limits of my strasse-Deutsch to ask about them. I
looked them up when I got home and read as much as I could find about them,
which wasn't much at the time...this was way before the internet.
I thought they were beautiful. They had gorgeous heads and big lovely
eyes. They were balanced, sturdy and looked like they had enough bone to do
real work work without breaking. The black striping was very attractive and
gave
them a crisp, clean appearance...like a drawing that's been outlined with a
black marker. They made me think of the fierce little war horses upon which
Genghis Khan swept out of the East.
Also, although this is a very American thing to say, I thought they were
sooo cute. I just assumed that something that adorable looking just had to
have a sweet and loving personality. As it turns out, they mostly do.
Until I saw one at a driving competition about 8 years ago, I had no idea
they could be had in North America. Upon discovering that the driver was
also a breeder, I hooked up my big, red shopping bag behind my truck and
motored
on down to Ohio where I bought Braveheart (Brynjar) who was one of Nancy
Roemer's yearling geldings. He is now my beloved riding, driving and companion
horse and will be until they wheel one or both of us off to the home. He is
cuddly, courageous, trustworthy and funny. The minute I met him I said goodbye
forever to the American Quarter Horse Association and hello to the NFHR...and
I've never looked back.
Thanks, Norway!
Kay Van Natta
Yellow Pony Farm
SE MI
