Wild Horses and Barbed Wire Fences Don't Mix

See what happened on day 8 of the wild horse roundup in Wyoming.

 

http://www.wildhoofbeats.com/blog/wild-horses-and-barbed-wire-fences-do-not-mix-checkerboard-roundup-day-8

Eloquently and passionately told by my dear friend 

Carol J. Walker

 

Wyoming's Wild Horse Roundup 2017

 

 

I must share with you this account of what happened at one of the helicopter roundups this week.

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 The Checkerboard Roundup Day 7 – Great Divide Basin by Carol J. Walker

http://www.wildhoofbeats.com/blog/the-checkerboard-roundup-day-7-great-divide-basin

 

And here are some of my pictures from last Monday, after witnessing such an atrocity one day in the American West. 

 

These are the faces and families of horses who did NOT get rounded up that day.

After all the helicopters shut down for the night, the jute fencing and traps removed and the last trailer they crammed with mustangs sped off in a cloud of dust, Carol and I found some WILD and FREE horses enjoying the mid-day sun. 

It was hard for me to take their pictures. My heart wasn't into it. I sat down next to some rabbit brush staring at these family bands and thought about tomorrow.

Most likely I would recognize their eyes through the bars of a trailer taking them far, far away from their home, in yet another cloud of dust.

The Bureau of Land Management just doing "business as usual" without a care in the world. 

I will be heading out to the Great Divide Basin, Salt Wells Creek or perhaps Adobe Town in the Red Desert (they never tell us where we're going until we get there) next Sunday to photograph and document more of these unnecessary and relentless removals of America's Mustangs. 

Thank you for being here. 

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Wildness Endures

 

We can try to kill all that is native, 

string it up by its hind legs for all to see, but spirit howls and wildness endures.

~ Terry Tempest Williams

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dazzle me with your presence

Ah, the world is sweet and the world is wide            

He's there where the light and the darkness divide

And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy                

And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky.

 

And he comes to her hand but he's not really tame

He longs to be lost she longs for the same

And he'll bolt and he'll plunge through the first open pass

To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass.

 

Or he'll make a break for the high plateau

Where there's nothing above and nothing below.

 

*** Ballad of a Runaway Horse written by Leonard Cohen and sung by Emmy Lou Harris