One thing I can count on no matter how many times I move is that no matter how fancy or low-key the barn is, the horses will always be the same.
Their intelligence can surprise you, but at the same time they really are weird animals.
Like how one horse here at my old barn can figure out how to open the automatic gate (a process that involves conscripting two other horses into joining him into tripping the plate) but then I’ll turn on a water hose and another horse will go spinning across the round pen because OH MY GOD THE HOSE IS GOING TO KILL ME.
Sometimes I wonder how they’re all one species. But that’s why I love them.