Wild Horses, Couldn’t Drag YOU Away
I’ve got a problem. I just can’t see how it’s okay to do this…
Check it out:
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Wild horse roundup captures 131 MT mustangs BILLINGS, Mont. — Federal officials say they will complete a wild horse roundup along the Montana-Wyoming border within the next few days. As of Monday night, Bureau of Land Management contractors had gathered 131 wild horses as part of the agency’s effort to reduce the size of the herd in the Pryor Mountain National Wild Horse Range. Critics say the roundup threatens to ruin the genetics of a herd descended from animals brought to North America by Spanish conquistadors. About 70 of the range’s 190 adult horses will be offered for adoption. The remainder will be released, with most mares receiving a fertility control injection. The captured horses are being held at BLM’s Britton Springs corrals north of Lovell, Wyo. The adoption is scheduled for Sept. 26.
http://blog.taragana.com/n/wild-horse-roundup-captures-131-mustangs-from-montana-range-162754/
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Does anyone understand that these animals are family oriented? That these animals live with their birth mothers and generations of family lines until they die? You cannot just grab a bunch of horses randomly from the herd and expect them to be okay! You cannot take away THEIR sense of community, THEIR familiar connections and expect that they will just live on normally. They are intelligent and intuitive animals, a force stronger than most humans to be reckoned with. Better yet, they are taking these wild horses from the NATIONAL WILD HORSE RANGE!!!! Then here comes the sickest part of all…these WILD beauties will then be OFFERED FOR ADOPTION?? Are you serious!? Let’s BREAK all that is pure and wild. Why? Well some asshole probably wants to build a house on that part of the land and needs the sage brush to grow a little thicker to the right of his property. Alright, that was slightly exaggerated, but symbolism is screaming, and a perfect analogy if you ask me.
…”Asshole” is to “Rich Fat Human” as “Jackass” is to “Mule”…
One last thing: If the horses are lucky enough to be released into the wild, they first must be injected with an infertility drug…that WEARS OFF! Do you understand what that means? It means, the natural cycle of their reproduction is F****D UP! It means instead of having foals in the spring or early summer where they can gain the strength and maturity to survive a winter in the mountains, they are having them in the fall. Just in time for freezing temperatures without a proper adult coat and lack of food. Lack of food for the foals because there is lack of food for the mothers trying to nurse them. If a mare cannot ingest the proper nutrients to lactate proper milk, the foal has little chance for survival. You stupid, stupid westernized people. You’ve f-ed up the whole population of every “Non-Super Power” nation, now you have to continue your rampage with helpless creatures that roam this land quiet and fearful.
Have another Big Mac, pop another zit.
Filed under Subjective Sunrise | Comment (0)My Favorite
About two years ago I first heard The Avett Brothers, and have craved their words and sounds since. I can’t get enough. I was prohibited from going to their show last year when they came to the State Theater in Ithaca, NY. Well, I quit that job and I won’t ever miss you guy again! I just heard this song tonight and it grasped my soul. It said it all, as they always do.
I had a refreshing and rekindling conversation last night with my old Asheville friend, Justin Lee. We spoke of The Avett Brothers and how gripping their lyrics are. Justin expressed how they plainly say everything we all stutter and stumble through. They lay it out simply and gracefully. The crowd in a trace by the utter perfection in their entirety.
Three Cheers Guys.
Filed under Simple Pleasures | Comment (0)Endoskeleton
Like fallen leaves adrift shallow waters,
I’ve shed the thoughts of fury and carelessness-
At times, so dense then
becoming tangible.
I now stand naked as November Maples.
Observe my bones, my structure-
The uncovered life that’s
always been there,
beneath quiet colors and
vibrant secrets.
Filed under Subjective Sunrise | Comment (0)Inertia on the 8′s
You. The one I can’t stand
to live without.
You intoxicate me with bad
jokes and good humor.
You dove deeper than any
living, single, soul-
cautiously into my turbid sea.
My soliloquies are silent.
Curiosity transposed to content.
Barefoot upon moonshine sand-
I run toward you
but wait patient and kind,
brave and true.
I’ve put the phantoms all to sleep,
no troubles left to linger deep.
Let’s walk along your hand in mine,
and take some steps backwards with time.
Birds transcending Autumns ending,
and now I learn to hunt
for You.
The one-
whom I’ve always known.
I remember my face turned red.
I remember staring at my feet.
And I’m on my way.
Brow to brow
nose to nose
former tangled love
still grows.
Filed under Lasting Impressions | Comment (0)Ghost
Golden tree tops
tempting wind
blowing in your ghost again.
A teasing trap
deceptive time
Your spirit’s months away from mine.
But months will pass
What if I fail?
What if we never find avail?
I blew it once
just like the wind
knowing our shared soul within.
I have to see you
just once more
And beg you then to hold the door.
Just once more
you won’t regret
The force of my hurricane is met.
My mind is full
of pleasant grace
just one small hole
please take your place.
Filed under Lasting Impressions | Comment (0)Yellow #5
You paint me yellow.
I’m now a cactus flower
nestled in Anasazi sand.
I’m now shale scintillating
beneath quiet currents.
I’m now the soft pollen
of wild Indigo.
You paint me yellow.
I’m pieces of a prayer flag speckling Everest.
A swallowtail wind swept in June.
Chairs on the porch of a hidden cottage.
Day lilies in full bloom.
You paint me yellow.
Like fingers of a flame in late night summer.
A patio pitcher of iced lemonade.
September Aspens like falling medallions.
Sky high sunflowers bowing all the same.
You paint me yellow.
The color of warmth and home.
The color of childhood mornings.
The color it feels to smile.
You paint me yellow.
Like pumpkin pie for breakfast.
The glow from an afternoon window.
Sunlight through translucent wings.
The Plietes sisters gossiping.
You paint me yellow.
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