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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

You Do the Math

Cat Kindsfather's My Family, My Future, My Heart

Dear Readers,
Today I'll be attending the trial of two men accused of killing five wild horses.

Reno, NV --Wild horse advocates are coming to Reno on April 27, 2010 to witness Todd Davis and Joshua Keathly make their first court appearance for allegedly harassing and killing five federally protected American wild mustangs—shot on or about November 28, 2009 in Washoe county, Nevada. U.S. Magistrate Judge Robert A. McQuaid, Jr. will preside in Federal District Court, 400 S. Virginia Street, Reno.

Wild horse advocates find it unsettling to learn that Davis & Keathley are only charged with one count of causing the death of five wild horses for each man. Advocates are calling for charges of five counts, one for each horse as is standard with murder cases. If convicted of one count, each man will face a maximum of one year in prison and a maximum $100,000 fine.

I'll be taking notes and letting you know what happens.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

The rest of the story

To those of you who wanted more of the scene with the young stallions -- here you go!

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Still, I Am Wild

photo by Cat Kindsfather

Dear Readers,
Prehistoric power like that exploding from this young stallion is a rare sight in modern America. We see physical violence -- shootings on TV, a wrecking ball spraying bricks from an old building, fly-overs dropping death on a village, but not the short-fuse power of a stallion protesting some kind of trespass.
The mystery of a creature so powerful, yet protective, thrills us. It's part of what's helped wild horses to survive.
And it's part of what BLM has stolen and will continue to steal from us tomorrow, and the next day.
Already hundreds of Calico stallions have been spooked into a squeeze chute and shot up with anesthetic and paralytic drugs. Then, they're released. Bursting free of confinement, they gallop a few strides before the drugs take hold. Then, the stallions collapse.
Conscious, but unable to move, they are subjected to surgery. Perhaps it doesn't hurt, as we were told, but a wild stallion will run, when he's beaten. And these stallions must know this fight is stacked against them.
This is a fight he can't win. Neither can he run. He must lie motionless during 4-10 minutes of irreversible castration.
Take a second look at this horse.
Even collared by man's designation of his identity, this horse knows who he is, what he must do. But he has not yet been gelded.
Yesterday, a staffer said BLM has a "reasonable expectation" that these Calico geldings will be adopted. Never mind the thousands of geldings grazing like cattle in long-term holding, far from their rangeland homes.
I hope BLM is right. I hope we swap partnership for what we've allowed to be stolen. I really do.

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Stranded horses

Dear Readers,
Those of you who've read the WILD HORSE ISLAND books might feel a sense of deja vu as you watch this!

Stranded Horses


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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Grass Roots Horses !


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Monday, April 19, 2010

Wild Horse Poet

Dear Readers,
Katie said I could share her poem with you & this is what inspired her:
I had just read your post on you blog titled, Death in the Desert. The picture and blog just sparked something in me. That video that was posted as well showed what happens to happy, healthy stallions and their families and it gave me inspiration to show what it's really like, or what I imagine it to be, from the stallion's view. The heartbreak he feels at seeing his mares and foals diminish, till there is only one left.
What the BLM is doing just kills me, and I'm sure many others, but for some reason, not the BLM workers.
I'm glad you like the poem, it's one of my favorite things I've done.

photo by Cat Kindsfather

Blind by Katie Bucklein

From the Mustang's View

Are you just blind?
Can't you see what you're doing to me?
To me and my family?

I remember just yesterday
Just yesterday I was playing with my foals
Nipping their hooves and racing through the wind with them
Just yesterday, I was happy and carefree.

Then, overnight, I smelled men
I rushed my family to our hiding place
Hoping no one would find us, “Stay silent” I say
We stayed there, shaking and scared.

We awoke to the sound of buzzing
A giant, silver bird flew through the sky
My family screamed and ran
The little foals falling behind, I tried to stay with them.

We were funneled through strange-looking grass
Grass that stood straight up
Grass that didn't blow in the breeze
My family grew tired, giving in to the silver bird.

We were forced, screaming into a silver tunnel
A silver tunnel with no way out
We were locked in, fearing for our lives
We huddled close, trying to remain comforted with our family.

Near the end of the journey in the silver tunnel
I began to smell horses
Horses that I didn't recognize
I puffed up my chest, ready to fight for my family.

We were funneled out of the tunnel
I raced around my family, trying to keep them together
I heard my foals whinnying for their mothers,
Their mothers were gone; I was left with my young foals

I am pushed into a crevice that leads to other horses
I see a few that look like my mares
I rush to them, eager to rejoin them
But I soon find out that these are other stallions, just like me.

I look around for my foals
They're gone from sight
I look for my mares
I can't see them anywhere, they are gone too.

I turn back to the stallions, looking for a friendly face
I see none
One lone black stallion in the back catches my eye
I move toward him.

“What is this place?” I ask the black stallion
He raises his head and looks at me
“The end. No way out.” He says.
I look around, scared that I will die here.

A short while later, I am pushed once again into a strange ring
I recognize my mares and rush to them
They whinny in greeting and we nuzzle each other
We can't find our foals anywhere.

Suddenly, a hot stick is pressed against me
I jump away and scream
I see a man, holding the stick and pressing it to a mare
I charge him but another man slaps me with a long stick.

My mares are collapsing
I feel my legs shaking but remain standing
I must remain strong for my mares
We are once again separated and pushed back into the strange rings.

I remain next to the black stallion,
Breathing deeply and glancing around at other stallions
I hear neighs that sound familiar
I raise my muzzle and neigh back, longing for my freedom.

I never once again see my foals
I catch glimpses of my mares
They are slowly diminishing
Until only a few are left.

I ask the black stallion again,
“What is happening to my family?”
The black stallion sighs and looks sadly around
“They are dying, just like mine.”

These words scare me
I want my family back
I want my freedom back,
I wish to be running through fields again, playing with my foals.

Won't someone help me?
I don't want to live like this
I have been here for many months,
Never again seeing my family.

I catch word of one of my mares still alive
I wish I could see her,
To see which mare is left
But I never do.

My foals are all gone
No longer living on this earth
What strange creature is doing this to us?
What have we done to them?

Someone save us
I want to run again,
To be out of this strange ring
With the strange food and strange customs.

I am alone
Alone with hundreds of stallions that I do not know
None are my sons, all grown up
What has happened to them?

I raise my muzzle once again,
Neighing loudly into the wind
Wishing to be out on the mountains again,
And then I collapse onto the ground, breathing deeply.

As I close my eyes one last time,
I feel the black stallion sniffing my neck
“Save my family if you see them.”
I whisper to him, one last time.

I take my last breath,
Exhausted and scared
Never understanding what is going on
Or why.

Are you just blind?
Can't you see what you’re doing to me?
To me and my family?

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Real Phantom Stallion

Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoy this photo of the real Phantom and his lead mare Shy, shortly before Phantom's Pride was born.

If you haven't seen the Phantom's YouTube video, you might enjoy it here:

Mustang as Muse: the real Phantom Stallion

Happy trails,

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