Family is complicated. It’s one of the basic tenants of this life. The earth is most likely not flat, taxes are always too high, and your family is really weird.
Family has a very different meaning and structure to it in wild horse society than it does for humans, but they aren’t immune to this phenomenon either. Take Flax’s band.
Well, the day I have been dreading for over 3 ½ years has finally arrived. I suppose I should be thankful they waited so long instead of having it show up in August, but really, I would have been perfectly fine waiting forever only to have it never show up.
What am I talking about? The BLM has released a scoping statement for the White Mountain Wild Horse Herd. This is the first step of the process. Basically, they are announcing their intentions. The public has the opportunity to comment, at which point the BLM goes back and write a more detailed Environmental Assessment. There is another comment period on the EA. After that the BLM, having done their bureaucratic due diligence, proceeds to do whatever they want.
Vimes’ Band. Left to right: Striker, Guinivere, Saran, Chasma, Bink, Nova
This isn’t the blog post. That one is coming. It is half finished and I can’t really put it off much longer, but it isn’t the kind of thing you throw at people on New Years Eve. There is also the minor detail that it’s just plain hard to write. I don’t know how I am supposed to make sense of a single decision made by humans that has such a huge impact on life and how it functions in our “modern” world.
And really, that’s been the story of this entire year. Life. Figuring out how to live life through all the chaos. Watching new life taking its first steps. Seeing lives completly change. Watching with bated breath and trying to figure out whether or not those changes will be for the better. Watching life fade.
Fisk doesn’t make much sense to me.
Some of that is normal. Not being a horse myself, they often act in ways that I do not expect, leaving a years worth of puzzles before me. Sometimes it just takes a little time for a Eureka moment to break through. Other times, there is no answer beyond the knowledge that every horse has their own distinct personality and that there are bound to be a few oddballs out there causing mayhem.
Fisk, though… well, I just don’t know about him.
Happy Thanksgiving! Or to anyone who lives outside of the United States and/or does not celebrate the holiday, happy random Thursday in November!
This is a story about Standing Bear & Ariadne – two very different youngsters. Their territories are miles away from each other, yet they are still part of the same herd.
Well, I found Gladiator.
And maybe we should just get this out of the way right off the bat: Gladiator is a terrible band stallion.
Gladiator – lots of beauty & brawn, but brains? Not so much.
No really. I love Gladiator, but he is simply dreadful at his job. I cannot blame Fibonacci, Belle, and Spitfire for finding a different stallion to join.
But maybe I should start at the beginning.
Man that title sounds really over dramatic. Unfortunately, I went on a pun-filled Cream binge earlier today (the band, not the dairy product though I had some of that too) and consequently used up my allotted number of song references. Sorry, not sorry.
I like to think that Gladiator stays on the top of my list when it comes to visiting horses in White Mountain. The reality is that most of the time, Gladiator hardly even counts. I don’t find him so much as wake up, put my contacts in and bam! There Gladiator is.
One Sunday in October my truck broke down. So I walked up to White Mountain from Green River. Even in the most ridiculous of times, Gladiator has a way of showing up