Dear Animal Rights activist,
To the ones who sped past our carriage, and screamed at us from doorways in a fit of rage yelling nonsense “Horses don’t belong in the city asshole!” The sun was shining down brilliant and warm on a beautiful February morning in the city I am learning to drive horses, the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. With shocked smiles on our faces we said “have a nice day!”
You must truly know little which begs me to ask What do you know of your history? Maybe you call yourself “a progressive” Fighting what you believe to be the good fight, there are no good fights.
But lovingly I tell you, that to be progressive is to embrace that from which you came and seek common ground. To restore the ancient bond with some of our closet friends and helpers, the Horses.
Draft breeds are dwindling down with each passing year, of the five draft breeds that came to help build America, three are on the endangered list now. The mighty Shire, the great Clydesdale and the Suffolk Punch and that is because we deem them unimportant, or without use in these “modern” times.
You yell that you want these horses to be off the streets. You say horses belong somewhere running free. Did you know that average life span of a wild horse is half that of a working horse at the very best.
In that hopeful, uneducated statement of “setting them free” Holds a weight unbearable to hold and too painful to bear if you are a Horse, who is more and more marginalized as we decide they are not fit to live in the world we created with their help.
Of the nine million horses in America, nearly one third of that population are homeless, neglected and at risk for a horrible three day ride to be brutally slaughtered without the compassionate concern for what they are experiencing. They are unable to get the care they deserve and badly need, the partnership, the commitment to their lives and well being.
Stripped of a connection that has been theirs for over six thousand years or more. Our shared history.
They need their purpose..
Just as we so badly need ours.
I have personally learned from taking care of a retired, disabled and homeless work horses that without purpose they get depressed or become weak and unable to lift their great bodies off the ground when they grow older, not having the structural strength they need and develop doing the job they have been bred to do, pushing loads.
Without purpose or much to do they get depressed or develop neurotic behavior much like we do.
The work horses on our farm remain close to the barn, even with their acres of pastures because they want to be close to humans and that daily life of productive partnership. When the older horses watch the young horses go out to work they watch expectedly that maybe they will be chosen next, some kicking the fence begging to be chosen for a job.
Over one hundred thousand horses are sent to slaughter each year in Canada and Mexico and both destinations are merciless prospects for them as is the trip to those sites with no food or water, crammed in stock trailers not designed for them.
92.3% of them are in good condition, able to live long healthy, productive lives if given a chance.
Did you think or know this?
How can you consciously commit them to life of marginalization and boredom. How can you strip them of their purpose without knowing them at all?
These magnificent spirits wish to continue to work alongside us. They wait for us to wake up and see their strength and courage and ability and allow them to help build a new way of life, a better more connected future.
They are our future. A real sustainable lifestyle could be ours with their help.
So dear animal rights activist,
Please do your research and spend time with these beautiful beings.
Restore the sacred bond
Reconnect to the natural way with spirit and by peace and love.
February 22, 2017 Palmer, Ma. Blue Star Equiculture
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