I look at my horses. I have two right now. A beautiful but rather unruly, black gelding and my old friend, a 26 year-old bay mare I have had since I was 11.
My horses were never wild but I still see the spirits of their ancestors in their dark eyes. They have given me so much in my life. They have taught me to be strong and brave and to thrive. I feel I owe them so much of myself and my efforts to protect their fellow species. Many of us may feel at a loss as to what to do to help but there are many ways to get involved.
If you can, find a reputable sanctuary and donate time or money helping them in their efforts. Hold fundraisers, car washes and other events. Consider your audience and spread the word at horse events where you live. Get creative.
Awareness is also a huge need. Do your research. Tell friends and family what you find. Urge those you tell to speak out too. If you can adopt a mustang from the BLM, do it. The horses will make wonderful additions to your home and deserve a happy ending to their story.
He tosses his mane in defiance and shakes his finely sculpted head as if to say that he is molded from greatness and the natural born heir to the wide open lands stretching before him. He seems to be a gift from some higher power that sought to create the perfect blend of beauty and strength. This power created the horse. He is forever free in his heart.