Opinion: BLM Seeks Roundup of Ethical Wild Burros

“In my humble opinion” by R.T. Fitch ~ pres/co-founder of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

“Say what…?”

Here we go again; the BLM, our federal agency with bumbling communication skills and horrific math abilities, is back at it in their continued attempt to both amaze and confuse the American public straight into numbed oblivion.

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“REALLY…?”

Last week they wanted us to comment on their Black Mountain Wild Burro atrocity but our comments were to follow the strict guideline of “Comments are not considered substantive that are emotional in nature or in favor or against the project.”, and we got that. We are not to give a crap nor have an opinion either way, cool. Simple logic coming from a government employee but that is not all that they mean to instruct us upon, there are more golden nuggets that they want to share.

In the BLM’s Final Black Mountain Ecosystem Management Plan and Environmental Assessment we get a little lesson on wild burros;

Burro populations appear to be relatively unaffected by drought or predation”…got it, we have been telling you for years that they are tough little rascals that will actually dig watering holes in the desert that other creatures, both wild and domestic, utilize to stay alive, yet you hunt them like they are vermin.

MORTALITY for most age classes of burros is low, however…”, however?

That’s sort of scary, kinda like ‘ You look good, but…’ or ‘We were planning to give you a substantial raise, however…’, sorta makes your blood run cold, but let’s proceed with just a little bit of a drum roll because I believe the BLM is about to address a super-important factoid for the sake of enlightening the ever stupid American public;

…however, MORALITY apparently increases dramatically for animals approaching six or seven years of age.” Holy Cow, Batman, let me riddle this one for ya!

The MORALITY of wild burros increases, they get more civil and more politically correct, as wild burros age. What the hell, that is news that puts the wild burros ahead of Homo-Sapiens as we simply become drooling dirty old men as we get older, our morality disappears into the mist of memory and is replaced by online skirmishes in the wee hours of the night. I must say, I am very, very impressed.

Armed with this new knowledge, I believe that the Wild Horse and Burro advocacy should take another approach in how we fight the BLM’s continued attempt to mismanage wild horses and burros into extinction. Instead of taking our case to politicians, who obviously don’t give a rat’s ass about what is happening, we should take our case to the clergy, the morale guardians of our souls and politically correct behavior.

I mean, REALLY, folks; these are the bumbling fools that we, with open eyes, allow to manage the national treasure that are our wild horses and burros? Their math sucks and is nothing more than obvious, contrived lies. They harass, hurt, round-up, conduct cruel experiments upon and even kill our wild ones; and between the lot of them they can’t even put together a document, that they use to justify their cruel behavior, any better than an average freshman in college. We got problems! We got BIG problems and instead of showing signs of improvement, the BLM continues to spiral out of control and into a realm where true MORTALITY and common sense no longer exist.

I know that I laugh and poke fun at the lack of decorum and scientific data but the crisis is real, and the problem is huge. The BLM needs to do what they do best, fight fires and save lives in that manner instead of playing with ovaries of wild horses and decimating our last, few remaining herds of wild horses and burros.

If it all were not so terribly sad, I would be rolling on the floor with laughter but instead, I feel the urge to lose my breakfast and bury my head into a pillow while I scream to the injustice of the entire, screwed-up situation.

We will never abandon the wild ones, nor shall we cease to speak out in their behalf. If it were not for you, the advocates, the last whinny or bray would now be a distant memory on the public lands that Congress has deemed home for the wild equines.

Please; continue to share, speak for and enlighten others on the plight of our wild horses and burros as knowledge and awareness are the most powerful weapons of defense that we wield and one thing is most obviously certain; we can make our case much better than the BLM and in the end, truth and facts will win over subversion and lies. It will happen, so let us make it so.

Feel Good Sunday: Videos to Cleanse your Mind, Heart and Soul

“Today’s installment is a collection of videos that readers have forwarded my way as submissions for ‘Feel Good Sunday’.  Their interest and participation are greatly appreciated and if anyone would like to do the same please feel free to forward your most treasured and touching thoughts, articles and/or videos to me, directly, at rt@rtfitch.com or rtfitch@wildhorsefreedomfederation.org.  It is always much more meaningful and fun when it is a group effort.  Be safe, my friends, and enjoy!” ~ R.T.


Pippin the miniature stallion was out with his family when he meets a herd of horses and falls in love. It takes the other horses a minute to trot over to the fence where Pippin is standing. They’re quickly smitten with the little one and interact so gently with him!  (Over barbed wire, Oh NO! ~ R.T.)


(A tad lengthy but if you love donkeys and cats, we do, then it is worth sipping a cup of coffee and watching in it’s entirety ~ R.T.)


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(And from our friends at the Cloud Foundation)

Reprint: Equine Fireworks

Story by R.T. Fitch, excerpt from the book Straight from the Horse’s Heart

“Each and every year I have dragged out this excerpt from our first book, with the exception of last year…which I have taken a little bit of heat over.  So we bring it back this year and hope that each and everyone of you, two legged or four, have a blessed day celebrating the birth of this most wonderful nation; The United States of America.  God bless.” ~ R.T.


Last night, July 4th 2005, I entered Terry’s office to shut down the computer prior to heading for bed.  Everyone else was tucked away and I was just doing the last minute security sweep when my eyes caught the bright glare of a fireworks rocket heading for the stars in the northern sky.  When it reached it’s predestined point of suicide, it erupted into a brilliant display of red and blue stars cascading downward across the acres of millet that separate us from a distant subdivision.  I walked closer to the window when, suddenly, the noise of the explosion reached our farm.  BOOM!  As the sound trailed off, another took its place -the thunder of hooves.  The horses were freaked.

I ran out the back door and looked over our compound’s rear fence.  I could just make out, by the glow of the barn’s back security light, a multi-colored, many legged mass working up and down the back fence.  The boys were NOT happy.

I called them, jumped the fence, and began to whistle the comforting dinner whistle.  Although they slowed, they would not come any closer as I was several feet nearer to the terrifying sight and noise.  Continuing to walk towards the moving mass of fur, feet and earsI knew that there were a few bulging eyes in that mess.  The darkness, however, covered the evidence.

As I neared, Apache, the tough little Brazilero, peeled off from the herd and planted himself in the middle of the pasture staring at the source of the commotion.  I let him be as he was making his statement that he was tough, cool, and the big man on the farm.  Standing at only 14.3 hands, he suffers from chronic short man syndrome.  Again, I whistled, as I planted myself next to the back fence.  I was particularly careful that in the dark I not touch the electrified rope that keeps the boys away from that single strand of my neighbors barbed cow wire.  I only had on sandals and touching that now would result in all five hairs on my head sticking straight up.  That would surely terrify Terry when I finally made it to the bedroom.

Apache stood his ground and, in the dim light, I could both see and feel two Thoroughbreds, one Appaloosa and a little Mustang mix headed right towards me in full gallop.  It was a pretty sight, but rather disconcerting as I failed to bring out any protection – not even a lead.  I hollered “WHOA” and walked towards them.  They split up and in an instant I was surrounded by heavy breathing and horse noses tapping me on the shoulder and the back of the head.  Harley steamed up my glasses as he wanted to verify my identity.

As the horses milled about me, I listened and watched as their individual personalities materialized both to my eyes and to my ears.  Ethan instantly became brave with me standing beside him.  He planted himself firmly on the ground looking in the direction of the fireworks with his ears pointed forward – a virtual pillar of strength.  Should I move, however, he would too and not allow the gap between us to be any greater than just a few feet.  Of course, that was not due to fear, but rather comradeship.

Then there was Harley, slowly circling and finally standing behind myself and Ethan.  Although he wants all to believe that he is the toughest and the greatest, he will gladly give over the title of Pasture King to anyone who will take it in a time of crisis.

Big nervous Bart continued to pace the fence line with the little Mustang baby carefully tucked between him and the fence.  Little Pele kept peeking over Bart’s back to see what I was going to do to make the fiery noisy monsters go away.

I calmly leaned over, reached to the earth and jerked up a handful of grass as if I was grazing.  I kept this process up as I drifted further and further away from the back fence.  The notion that I was calm enough to graze pulled all of the horses to me, with the exception of Apache.  He was firm in his stance.  As the horses calmly came around me, I heard the whispers and the soft gentle sounds of expression that I have learned to love.  They come so rarely, but when they do, it is so special.  I listened and did not cloud their words with my inquiries.

“What are those things?” panted little Pele. “I have never, ever, seen anything like that.  Do they eat horses?”

“We don’t think so.” answered Harley, “But we are safe now that Grey Mane is out here.”

“We were safe long before he ever showed up,” countered Ethan.  “The fact that he is here shows that they are a special thing and he is only here to help us learn from them.”

Bart replied, “Man, you’re smart.  I thought that someone was shooting at us and that we were all doomed.”

Having enough of the chit-chat, Apache slowly turned his head and snorted, “You are ALL a bunch of sissies!”  Then he laughed.

I laughed too and, when I did, they all turned to look at me; then at each other; and then at me again.  It was truly a “Kodak Moment”.  Those horses looked at each other, and then looked at me.  You could clearly hear them say, “Does he hear us?”  The look of shock and surprise was priceless.

Ethan moved away from the others and pressed his nose against my chest.  “Yes he does.  I forget this as it does not happen often, but I was the one that taught him to listen.”

Without giving away my secret, I stroked Ethan’s forehead, looked directly into his left eye and smiled.  He put his left nostril into my right ear and exhaled, “And I hear you, too”, he said.

We then turned towards the north, standing behind Apache, and watched the fireworks: Ethan to my right; Harley to my left; Bart with his head over my right shoulder; and little Pele goosing me in the left kidney,

“Can I come in with you tonight dad?  Please?  Can I come in, huh, can I?”

I turned and petted his head, smiled and turned back to the display.

Five horses and one human watched in awe.  None of us can tell you when it was all over; the night melted away and I do not know how or when I found my bed.

Feel Good Sunday: Sometimes Less is More

by R.T. Fitch ~ president/co-founder of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

Enjoy Today, Prepare for Tomorrow

photo by Carol Walker of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

photo by Carol Walker of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

I’ve spent quite a bit of time scouring the internet for some good and meaningful equine news to share with our supportive readers and advocates (you) but from one ranch hand to another, “It’s kinda slim pickens out there.”

So I will turn inwards for just a moment and let you know that on this day I am out on the range with the horses and burros, on their rightful land, accompanied by a very dear and wonderful friend.  Life just doesn’t get much better than that…and our thoughts are with you as we watch the herds kick up the dust and run faster than the wind, it still makes my heart stop.

Okay, with that said, take a deep breath and enjoy the remainder of the day because the horses and burros are going to need you to be their voices this week, and if we lose this one we have lost it all.

If I fail to post in the morning, it’s because we will be getting an early start to get out on the range before sun-up so I will give you a little bit of home work for Monday morning…please, re-read this post, link below, and make the calls; then tune into Wild Horse and Burro Radio on Wednesday night (Moved to Friday Evening) for a very special, call to action broadcast.

It’s time to saddle up and get her done, folks.

Keep the faith!!!

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Update: Wild Horse and Burro Radio covers BLM’s “Final Solution” for Exterminating America’s Protected Wild Herds, TONIGHT!!

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Join us on Wild Horse Wednesdays®, June 22, 2016

6:00 pm PST … 7:00 pm MST … 8:00 pm CST … 9:00 pm EST

Listen to the archived show (HERE!)

You can also listen to the show on your phone by calling (917) 388-4520.

You can call in with questions during the 2nd half hour, by dialing (917) 388-4520, then pressing 1.

This show will be archived so you can listen to it anytime.

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Carol Walker (Dir. of Field Documentation) and R.T. Fitch (Pres. and Co-Founder) of Wild Horse Freedom Federation host tonight’s show.  Our guest is Charlotte Roe, Founder of Wild Equid League of  Colorado and Advisor to The Cloud Foundation.  We’ll be detailing BLM’s cruel experiments on wild horses and burros that are a launching pad for widespread use by BLM as “population suppression” on the remaining wild horses and burros on public lands.  These heartless experiments are the endgame for wild horses and burros.  We’ll also tell you how you can help to stop these experiments.

BLM experiments include senseless laser ablation on 8 month old foals and, with along with partner Oregon State University, risky ovariectomies via colpotomy (pictures below) performed by veterinarian Leon Pielstick.

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Stop BLM’s cruel experiments using wild horses and burros as lab rats: Charlotte Roe, Founder of Wild Equid League of Colorado (& TCF Advisor) on Wild Horse & Burro Radio (Wed., 6/22/16)

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Join us on Wild Horse Wednesdays®, June 22, 2016

6:00 pm PST … 7:00 pm MST … 8:00 pm CST … 9:00 pm EST

Listen to the archived show (HERE!)

You can also listen to the show on your phone by calling (917) 388-4520.

You can call in with questions during the 2nd half hour, by dialing (917) 388-4520, then pressing 1.

This show will be archived so you can listen to it anytime.

________________________________________

Carol Walker (Dir. of Field Documentation) and R.T. Fitch (Pres. and Co-Founder) of Wild Horse Freedom Federation host tonight’s show.  Our guest is Charlotte Roe, Founder of Wild Equid League of  Colorado and Advisor to The Cloud Foundation.  We’ll be detailing BLM’s cruel experiments on wild horses and burros that are a launching pad for widespread use by BLM as “population suppression” on the remaining wild horses and burros on public lands.  These heartless experiments are the endgame for wild horses and burros.  We’ll also tell you how you can help to stop these experiments.

BLM experiments include senseless laser ablation on 8 month old foals and, with along with partner Oregon State University, risky ovariectomies via colpotomy (pictures below) performed by veterinarian Leon Pielstick.

Pielstick 6Pielstick 7To contact us: ppj1@hush.com, or call 320-281-0585 Continue reading

Texas’ Laughing Horse Ranch not Laughing: Underwater, AGAIN

by R.T. Fitch, president/co-founder of Wild Horse Freedom Federation

“We rescued the horses from the lower pastures before the water swallowed everything…”

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IMG_587212+ inches of rain in only a few hours and our rescued horses, cats, dog, Terry and I are huddled together on top of our little hill with the water actually lapping at the doors of our barn and house.

We have been here for ten years and have never seen anything like this, it eclipses the flood of last month and the water has not stopped rising.

Our concern goes out to Marjoree Farabee and her hundreds of rescued donkeys, burros, mules and horses.

More news as time permits.

Keep the Faith

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Straight from the Horse’s Heart: Annual 2015 Blogging Report

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Click (HERE) to view the full interactive report and to see if you were one of the Top 5 Commenters

https://rtfitchauthor.com/2015/annual-report/

A Holiday Message from SFTHH

Santa2“As I do everyday, unless Deb has the reins, I sit in front of the computer and either attempted to write something of some value or find a tid-bit on the web that might be of interest to our readership…and you know what, I came up empty handed today.  It is the week between Christmas and New Years with everyone enjoying the holiday season and probably very few people visiting here.  Plus, I am 7,900 miles away from home; although used to it the sting never goes away nor dull you just learn to live with it.

So with that being said, I sincerely hope that you are all having a good time and I promise that I will NOT post any bad news until the season is over.  If we have nothing good to say we are just not going to say it..hence today’s brief OpEd.

Peace to you and yours.  Every last one of you is so very special.” ~R.T./Santa

Feel Good Monday? Texas Santa Visits China

“Dear Readers;  I know that Christmas was several days ago but I would like to share with you how I spent my Christmas along with some very special friends who helped to make a whole bunch of little Chinese children happy if only for a moment.  One of those “lifetime memories” that I am blessed to call my own.  Keep the faith my friends.” ~ R.T.


Christmas in Nanba China 2015 – Music by Straight No Chaser, Photos by Delin Shang…many thanks to Yan Yang, Qiuyi Chen, Joel McCommon, Delin Shang and Dery the Saxman for participating and making this one of the best Christmas’ ever.