Archive for August 23, 2009

Time is running out for Cloud and his herd

by R.T. Fitch

Since the fateful day of September 11th, 2001 early autumn has had the propensity to give Americans the jitters and this year will be no different.  There is the feeling of impending doom surrounding us, an unsettling sensation of upcoming loss and the smell of future deaths lay heavy in the air; something, again, is about to rip our American hearts out in the early days of September.  But this time, we can do something about it.

On September 1st, 2009 the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) is planning to launch a full scale aerial attack on one of our most famous and iconic treasures of the American west, the small wild horse herd tucked away in the Pryor Mountains of Montana known as “Cloud’s Herd”.

Our wild horses under attack by the BLM

Our wild horses under attack by the BLM

The BLM has not found it necessary to harass and decimate this herd, as they have done so often elsewhere, in over 15 years.  Why now?  Particularly considering the fact that they plan on taking so many horses that the herd will no longer be genetically viable and will surely die out.

The method of capture that the BLM uses is an aerial assault of helicopters that terrorize the horses and drives them into corrals at full speed.  This panicked stampede, down the steep mountain sides, may be for tens and tens of miles and always results in injury or death for the foals while many more horses are brutalized or killed running into the chute.  There is no excuse for any of this.

We have embedded, below, a video of this herd shot recently by an amateur cinematographer who lives near the Pryor Mountains in Montana.  Sandy Church is the founder of the Rimrock Humane Society in Roundup, MT and her video montage shows just how special and serene the Pryor Mountains and their inhabitants are.

“I look at this video with tears in my eyes knowing what’s coming” Sandy says.

“Those little foals; so trusting of us, know that we will not harm them and in just a few weeks all of that will be broken, gone forever as they probably will not even be able to survive.”

“I love the Pryor Mountains”, she continued, “I always thought that this is what heaven must be like with all the splendor and beauty, but now, it will be nothing more than a killing field and the soul of this magical place will be shattered forever, it just so very, very sad.”

Our native, American, Wild Horses

Our native, American, Wild Horses

Call Secretary Salazar of the Department of Interior at 202-208-7351 and ask him to stop this senseless round-up.  Email him at exsec@ios.doi.gov and ask the same.  The only way that we can stop this is if we ALL stand up and say that we have had enough and we simply will not stand for this, anymore.  Make a difference, spread the word by telling your family, friends and business associates, we have to save what is rightfully ours, the symbol of our past and the vision of our future.  Our wild horses live on public land and belong to the American public.  We have the legal right to say “No” to these assaults.  It’s time for the bureaucrats to follow the will of the American people.

Please make the call.

For additional information go to:

Wild Horses as Native North American Wildlife

United States in Error About Wild Western Horses

Bureau of Land Management on Rampage to Destroy Famous Wild Horse Herd

URGENT: BLM still plans to destroy Cloud’s Herd

BLM found guilty of violating Federal Law in Wild Horse case

US House passes legislation to protect burros and wild horses

The Cloud Foundation

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by Christine Church

Mary Anna is a Standardbred race horse. She won her owner a lot of money, so when she broke her leg, it was fixed and her life was saved. Now, she gets to spend the rest of her life pregnant!

Mary Anna is one of the lucky ones

Mary Anna is one of the lucky ones

But Mary Anna is one of the “lucky” ones. If she had not been such a good girl and won her owner all that money, chances are she would have been put down when her ankle broke.Or, she would have been scurried off to auction, lame, where those hungry for the cash in horse slaughter await.

Lately, I have been dedicating portions of my writing space here at the Examiner to the sport of horse racing. I am not deliberately trying to start a fight over the controversies inevitable in such an endeavor, but rather trying to get opinions, trying to create awareness and hoping that if my words can make a positive difference, however small, for even one horse it will be worth the time.

As many know, and as I have written in my article on Thoroughbred racing, pitting two horses against one another is a very old sport (there are crueler sports involving horses, and I will be touching on those as well, but for now I have much to say and much I want to hear on horse racing).

I once boarded my own horse (a grey overo Paint, not a race horse) at a Standardbred broodmare farm. We were there for four and half years and in that time I saw many foals born and too many die. I saw mares that stood in muddy paddocks pregnant 11 months out of every year (mares were trucked out with 4 week old foals to get re-inseminated). I saw horses with untreated infections come in from other farms only to be put down because they weren’t treated on time.

I’m not saying certain things can’t happen in any situation, but in the racing world, mortality rates and casualties are far too high. Is there anything that can be done? Unfortunately, as far as I can see, until people get over their excessive greed with money (to the point where they exploit animals as if they were unfeeling machines), things won’t change much in the racing industry.  A horse that isn’t winning money is useless to most race horse owners, and therefore destined to a very uncertain future.

Mary Anna shows us another casualty of the race horse world, one that many people do not know nor ever think about: she has no personality.  This might seem like a triality to many, but her lack of individualness is due to a life of what I refer to as “conveyer belt living.”  She was born to do a job, not to receive treats, love or even freedom. Race horses rarely see pasture until they retire (if they are lucky enough to make it to retirement and stay out of auctions), they aren’t allowed to “be horses.” They aren’t nurtured as pets nor cared for as a member of the family.  They certainly aren’t loved. They are lined up to be readied for a race, they have a number in the barn rather than a name.  They are cooped in a stall unless working and learning how to be the fastest. They live a prisoner life yet they committed no crime.

Mary Anna is lucky; she is living on a nice private farm right now and is surrounded by people who are not her owners, people who love her, and slowly, she is starting to show some personality.

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