Ironically, I was investigating the subject already when something happened in the barn. Clifford, who often lets himself out of the stall if I leave the door unlatched, did so that day. I was busy with the water bucket, and didn’t really mind. He often wanders loose around the backyard. There was a blizzard outside, though, and the snow was really piling up. Since I was down at the end of the aisle, I couldn’t do much about it when I heard Trudy’s hoofbeats clopping across the rubber mat on Clifford’s floor. She had walked in through his open Dutch door, and then let herself out into the barn aisle. She took off out the door after him.
I had two loose horses in a blizzard, snorting in the cold and geeking each other up. I had been wondering just what goes through their little noggins anyway. In my online searching, I found out that there hadn’t been much research done on the cognitive skills of horses — but what I did find was no surprise.
I wrote this article about it for my hub.