Source: The Dodo “Boy, this Sunday morning did not go as planned. I had spent last night working on an outline for a piece that I was planning to write, for today’s installment, on the issue of Daylight Savings Time and how goofy everyone is about it when […]
“Today, is all but a perfect day to remind we two legged passengers on this great Spaceship Earth that we are not the only travelers who experience love, compassion and concern for those who are members of our family and community.
We at Wild Horse Freedom Federation are fighting hard to keep the families of wild horses and burros together, free and in the wild where they belong. That is our singular mission but our eyes are not closed to the struggles of other species and the abuse we as humans rain down upon the innocent. Hence, we share with you the beauty and grace of many moms who love and care for the young ones. We celebrate mothers of all species and hope that these glimpses into moments from other families may warm your heart and strengthen your souls.
Happy Mother’s day to all of you lovely and beautiful creatures. We are all ‘here’ only because of your sacrifice. May God bless you on your very special day.” ~ love, R.T.
By Carol Bradley as published on Fox News Opinions Forward by R.T. Fitch ~ Pres./Co-Founder Wild Horse Freedom Federation “Equine Advocates; I am well aware of the fact that this article does not speak directly to the horses but it is because of the horses that it speaks […]
“A special heart warming ‘Feel Good Sunday’ submission from our good friend, Grandma Gregg! I will say no more other than you should have tissues handy as this production made this hardened old coot’s eyes leak. Keep the faith my very fine friends!!!” ~ R.T.
A dark bay, nearly black, with a dramatic white blaze on her forehead, everyone thought Burma — the diva of the barn — was a beauty.
But, though friendly and affectionate, the 6-year-old thoroughbred was practically impossible to handle. High-strung and feisty, she swayed impatiently in her stall, chewed the wooden doors, got tangled in her harness, stuck her nose into any box or bucket she could find. She had proved hopeless on the track, despite having a distant blood connection to the great racehorse Man o’ War. She had ugly feet that required special shoes, and an alarming tendency to colic.
To 16-year-old Megan Chance, she was perfect.
It’s been one helluva week. Many thanks go out to those who took of their own time, and resources, to plan, travel and execute activities during the BLM Advisory Board Meeting of this past week. My head is still whirling but then again, it does not take much to make that occur. But overall, the question remains…did we make a difference?
She didn’t know why she had not seen them before. She had driven by that little patch of pain for years and remembered seeing something up there, but she had never in her life seen what she saw on this day, never.
Once upon a time, on a small one-acre paddock in rural central Texas, there resided several horses; unfortunately, not in the best of conditions. It was a mean enclosure, boarded with barbed wire and natural cut poles whose bark had been eaten off long ago by the horses held captive within.
Overall, and this is huge, the bulk of all men are insecure…full stop. That’s why we speak loud, push things around, believe that size matters, play with balls and call it a sport, start wars and subjugate women and animals. Ya can’t deny that boys.