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- Debbie
- As an intuitive animal communicator and healer, and an avid horse lover, having four horses of my own, I know horses well. But I knew nothing about the wild mustangs until I had a dream asking me to write about them. I immediately bought and read every book on mustangs I could find. Two years ago I began to visit the herds in Colorado, Arizona and Nevada. My study, travel and work as a photo-journalist are the expression of my resolve to shed light on the gifts the wild mustangs offer, and the challenges they face. As their guardians, we have the responsibility to care for them with consciousness.
Friday, May 9, 2014
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THE LONG AND SHORT FROM PARDNER
WHAT IN TARNATION ARE THE “WILD MUSTANG CHRONICLES?”
Wild Mustangs! These words rustle up a whole posse of tantalizing images: herds of colorful horses running freely across the prairie; powerful stallions rearing and fighting for mares; cowboys and Indians; lassos, latigo, spurs and dirt. They’re the stuff little girls’ dreams are made of. In fact, they fill this ole girl’s dreams as well. Why, I’d wear my chaps in the kitchen if I wasn’t afraid I might spill somethin on em!
What has become of the mustangs? Well, that’s what “The Wild Mustang Chronicles” are all about. I’m here to tell you that wild mustang herds still roam extensively in Nevada, California, Colorado, Oregon and eight other states. Their history has been perilous, colorful and controversial. Descendants from the horses brought to this country by the Spanish Conquistadors, our mustangs are alive and well. Beautiful and rugged, they have thrived all these years on sparse range, enduring extreme weather and climate.
There are only a few outposts of wild horses left in the world these days, from the wild zebra and asses of Africa, to the brumbies of Australia. We are blessed to have an abundance of wild mustangs and burros across our country; many just a Sunday drive away from cities like Reno, Nevada, and Salt Lake City, Utah.
The intention of The Wild Mustang Chronicles is to shed light, impartially and fairly on all aspects of the lives of the mustangs. I’ll be traveling around visiting the herds, swapping stories with the folk who care for them and care about them. I’ll be spouting facts and anecdotes from their past, and covering events and news about their present whereabouts.
So stay tuned for my next entry when I tell you how we came up with the crazy idea to name these wild horses “Mustangs”, anyway!
Happy Trails,
Pardner
Wild Mustangs! These words rustle up a whole posse of tantalizing images: herds of colorful horses running freely across the prairie; powerful stallions rearing and fighting for mares; cowboys and Indians; lassos, latigo, spurs and dirt. They’re the stuff little girls’ dreams are made of. In fact, they fill this ole girl’s dreams as well. Why, I’d wear my chaps in the kitchen if I wasn’t afraid I might spill somethin on em!
What has become of the mustangs? Well, that’s what “The Wild Mustang Chronicles” are all about. I’m here to tell you that wild mustang herds still roam extensively in Nevada, California, Colorado, Oregon and eight other states. Their history has been perilous, colorful and controversial. Descendants from the horses brought to this country by the Spanish Conquistadors, our mustangs are alive and well. Beautiful and rugged, they have thrived all these years on sparse range, enduring extreme weather and climate.
There are only a few outposts of wild horses left in the world these days, from the wild zebra and asses of Africa, to the brumbies of Australia. We are blessed to have an abundance of wild mustangs and burros across our country; many just a Sunday drive away from cities like Reno, Nevada, and Salt Lake City, Utah.
The intention of The Wild Mustang Chronicles is to shed light, impartially and fairly on all aspects of the lives of the mustangs. I’ll be traveling around visiting the herds, swapping stories with the folk who care for them and care about them. I’ll be spouting facts and anecdotes from their past, and covering events and news about their present whereabouts.
So stay tuned for my next entry when I tell you how we came up with the crazy idea to name these wild horses “Mustangs”, anyway!
Happy Trails,
Pardner