Some of the beautiful horses at the No DAPL camp. Click for full size.
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Some of the beautiful horses at the No DAPL camp. Click for full size.
© C. Ford, all rights reserved.
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HORSES!! :-) The horses in pic #2 and #6 are just gorgeous, wow! Well they all are, I just happen to admire those three above the rest.
Makes me want to paint their pictures. :-)
Oh, that horse in #6! They were having a nice browse through their person’s camp, just checking, you know, might be an apple tree in there, or oats, maybe carrots or sugar…
I got several photos of the browsing, but posted the last one, because that is the *exact* face I get from Doll, my Coyote/Shepherd, when she’s doing something questionable: “hey, I’m old. I can do whatever the hell I want!”
I do struggle with horse thievery, as in “no, can’t be stealing horses.” I mentioned to several people in the camps that I can’t be trusted with a horse, always to laughs. Common feeling there. :D
Also, a lot of blue-eyed horses.
All the pretty horses!
Loving #3 (the black one with speckles especially), and the guilty face on #6 is priceless.
I know where I’d be spending a lot of time. :D
(Learning to ride, duh.)
rq:
Me to Rick: That’s the one I’d steal.
Caine
I’ll distract them. ;)
OK, my computer is ***amazingly slow*** and it did not load all the pics at first… which I did not notice… I *really* mean #s 3 and 7. That app! But yes, #6?? LOL! I’ve seen that so many times. “Oh hi! I was just checking for apples. Hey, got any?”
I love them all!! The paints (pintos?) are my favorites.
I just saw some fantastic footage of some of the few remaining wild horse herds here in Az. (I know they were introduced and went feral, but they’ve been here for centuries now).
CC:
Back when I had horses, (in NoCalifornia), there was a call put out about the wild horses, they were capturing x amount, and people had to buy them or they’d be killed. I got a gorgeous Mustang, he was so much smaller than all the other horses, but lightning fast, and fuck, he hated everyone except me. He bit all the other horses, they learned to leave him alone. We’d go out and just fly over fields unbroken. He never broke, and I had no interest in breaking him. He allowed me to ride and run with him, that was the extent of his concessions.
After several years, there was news that the wild horse population was considerably reduced, so it was okay to release the wild ones if people wanted. That day was one of the best and worst I’ve ever had. I hope to hell he lived a long, grand life, had lots of babies and grandbabies with massive wild attitude.