For some the death of a cow brings a profit so the death of a horse becomes insignificant in the process. Death brings profit. Armies scourge the world to gather profit. The world is consumed from the top of the mountains to the depths of the oceans for profit. Our entire culture is profit based. Every judge protects capital, every politician echos the words JOBS and GROWTH. Profit trumps all. Even Wild Mustangs reap millions in profit for some. BUT why is it though that someones right to profit always wins out over our right to a soul?

Horses and girls

Ever notice how horses and girls go together?

Disaster after disaster

Capitalism is totally dependant on energy and may be in
its death throes as it runs out, the consequence is disaster after disaster as
corporations scramble to produce more energy to fuel the beast.

Springtime Commeth

After one of the coldest, snowiest, and hardest winters, dealing with eviction, moving 40 rescues in subzero weather we are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The horses are all fit and safe and ready to work teaching the kids, going on trail rides and just eating grass. There is a lot of work left to do but today Nitro began shedding. Time to dust off his saddle.

Bill Evicted Again

His ancestors once roamed the Americas millions of years before man, the oceans their only boundaries. When men arrived they were almost hunted to extinction but some escaped into Asia and Europe across the land bridge, there people learned to partner with them and they came back in the bellies of ships. They helped build this place plowing our fields, moving our goods and fighting our wars, even one granting Freedom for all. Once no longer needed they were used for dog food but again a few escaped that fate thanks to the American people and one of the biggest letter writing campaigns ever caused President Nixon to grant them their freedom and set aside public lands for them. Unfortunately the BLM is now rounding them up again and only a few remain. Bill was taken as a yearling, branded, gelded and found his way to Connecticut as a pony for a little girl that soon out grew him. He was sold, bought and sold again. we found him at a camp tied to a post on a hot summer day saddled with no water destined for the auction. He is one of the smartest and toughest horses we have and he's naturally gated and one of the most comfortable horses I have ever ridden. He was evicted from one farm, now another so we must move him again. The problem is Bill hates trailers, maybe because one took him from freedom. So we are asking everyone who can that would like to walk with Bill part of the way home to donate $10. For all those that can't be there Bill will carry a bag with everyone's name. We hope that someday Bill and all our rescues will all have a place they can call home, forever.

Peak oil