Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
I don’t mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause I’m looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
Jolly Santa, the engineer.
Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
I don’t mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause I’m looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
Jolly Santa, the engineer.
All through autumn we hear a double voice:
One says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying.
The paradox is exquisite.
We feel what the Japanese call “aware”—an almost untranslatable word meaning something like “beauty tinged with sadness.”
Gretel Ehrlich The Solace of Open Spaces
Yesterday I went out to see wild horses that were still free after the horrible morning watching 167 get captured. It usually serves as a balm and helps combat the feelings of helplessness generated by watching large groups of wild horses that should never be captured rounded u with helicopters. But this time I knew that freedom was fleeting for these horses. I had heard that the BLM was going to round up horses the next day who were near the 191 highway in Salt Wells Creek because some horses had been killed on the highway and it was a hazard for public safety. We passed a game warden who told us that there was a big group at the top of the hill.
Sure enough, once we wound our way up the hill we saw a large group of wild horses grazing behind a fence on a flat area. I parked and we walked out toward them. The horses were completely unconcerned by our approach.
Many foals were lying down napping, and I spotted a bald faced sorrel mare who had a tiny foal nursing. He or she looked to be less than a week old. I was concerned about the little one’s ability to run from the helicopter the next day and decided to let them know about this foal so they would hopefully look out for it. As we were watching I realized that many of these horses were Curlies, with curly coats and manes. Here is a link for information on them: www.curlyhorses.com
There was an impressive bay stallion with a very wavy curly mane and there was a gorgeous pinto stallion red and white, who really seemed to be the big boss, who I learned was named Maestro.
We got to see Goliath breed the little foal’s mom, so I am pretty sure my guess of less than a week old was correct – the mares come into “foal heat” within a week of giving birth. It was so peaceful standing there watching the horses get up from their nap and move along and I was saddened thinking that that peace would not last for long.
Two black Curlies
Mare and little foal walk together
This morning when we stopped 2 miles south of where I had seen the horses I knew I was right – they were the target today. I was glad I had had an opportunity to see them still wild and free.
We drove down to Maggie Springs, then followed the BLM to the site they had picked out for us to observe from on top of this hill, going up a rocky and rough two track. The wind was blasting us and we all bundled up as well as we could and held onto our cameras for dear life. We were quite a long way from the trap, but I hoped we would be able to see the horses coming toward us along the road first. I let the BLM know about the little black foal being so young.
Leaping onto the road
The little black foal is falling behind
The whole group was getting closer and closer to the trap. I watched one of the helicopters get down and right up behind the horses while the other hung back. They all went in, and I cannot imagine that they would have captured less than the 60 more they planned to catch in Salt Wells Creek. We waited quite a while before we heard that that was it for the day.
The saddest sight – leaving in the trailersThis evening, Jason Lutterman from the BLM who had been out there with us sent me a photo of the bald face mare and the little black foal who had been reunited at the temporary corrals. I was extremely relieved and grateful that he sent me this photo. I was told that they captured 66 wild horses today, which was 6 more than their number, so they are releasing 6 wild horses. They are keeping 46 adults and 14 foals.
Curly mare and foal reunited at temporary holding, photo courtesy of Jason LuttermanI have to wonder how many Curlies are left in Salt Wells Creek? I hope that some of these beautiful and unique horses remain.
Remember this family? I posted their picture a few days ago.
Well, they deserve another look.
Today they lost their freedom.
I just found out they got captured from their wide open prairie home and taken out by helicopters and boys who get paid for being cruel.
This little wild family got split up. The Cremello mare with all the wisdom and character of an older and happy wild horse. Her grey stallion; an old guy, too. They’ve obviously been together for a very long time. And then there’s their little Palomino yearling....
needlessly torn apart and put into separate cramped iron pens, never to see each other again.
The BLM is heartless. Their program is a failure.
Today is just another sad day in America.