I’m not ABOUT go give up, you understand, but I am a bit discouraged and there is SO little time. I just feel so powerless, and I know all of you have felt the same things. I’m SO glad I have all of you as my friends and fellow warriors. We must stick together – not only for the horses, but for each other.

Love ya.

I believe the more publicity for the Wild Horses that is out there in the media…the more we’ll be able to keep them alive and safe.

My great uncles also gathered wild horses, I remember the brutle experience of seeing the “breaking” of these animals, which of course was not all the successful, as I remember many of them going to rodeo or worse. Have lost track of that side of my family since. I now often wonder if they would still have the same ideas, maybe they blog here, or maybe they blog on the anti wild horse/pro slaughter sentiment.

Anyway, my point being, that I had thought little over the years of that particular view of wild horses, or horses in general, though I retained a love of horses, I still saw slaughter of horses as the natural outcome, thats where I thought dog and cat food were supposed to come from – it had been my learning that that was just the way it was. These people that formed my early experiences were as you say “general country way of upbringing”, maybe even somewhat different than that, as these were “frontiersmen”, self raised in the Oklahoma Territory without parents. I know some went on to be Sherifs and high ranking officials in large cities. I think my grandparents instilled a somewhat different perspective, a real value for all animals lives and a real need for humane treatment, as other than the cows and goats which became our meals, the horses and the dog were all rescues.

Anyway, now flash forward 55 – 56 years, city girl, accidentialy found the Cloud program – and something clicked – remembering my childhood wild horse and realizing how much I had lost and how much my perspective was skewed. Perhaps, in fairness, these people that formed my previous persona were living and doing what seemed or actually was necessary to them for survival those 100 plus years ago, but I have no more stomach for the romanticism about the turn towards profits.

Some anti wild horse, or pro slaughter bloggers have claimed we are the romantics about saving the horses – but I beg to differ with them, they are the ones “in love with profits” – such an extreme blind love that drives them to all kinds of reckless, inhumane and costly results – that to me is the ugly side of romance.

Anyway, here we are, fighting for what really matters, and we will see what we vision or pray for someday, the sooner the better – no more of this cruelty, the wild horses back home where they belong, empty holding pens, seldom a helicopter in sight (even happier BLM and DOI employees because they will not have to be part of this insanity any longer).

Yes, a movement for “wild horse” contribution to the war efforts – a wild horse veterans day and monument! What a GREAT idea! Who do we start writing to?