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 Sugar Free Horses 
     
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Corn  -  NO Oats  -  NO SUGAR -   NO Molassas 
-Cheap Alfalfa Meal  -  
   NO KIDDING!!


Love My Mustangs

    
     As of 2017, I adopted 7 mustangs from the big rescue case back west.  Unfortunately you see this a lot, where rescue groups get in over their head, cannot afford to feed or care for the horses, the horses go downhill, get very thin - then the law comes in.  Horses get confiscated,  put up for adoption.  In this case, the problem was with one of the original mustang rescue groups, started by Wild Horse Annie, the International Society for the Protection of Mustangs and Burros.   907 horses were confiscated. Fleet of Angels stepped in, took ALL the mustangs to a farm in Colorado, and spent a year adopting them out, to responsible owners.  
Somehow I was not aware of all this going on, til almost all the horses had been adopted. There were a few left, and a band of older stallions - could not be gelded because of their age - and half of them were blind, so they were looking for a home for them to go all together.  That farm was found, in Minnesota. so, that left just the 'leftovers'.  The mustangs not picked by anyone.  Ok then.  That was fine by me.  I always go for the unwanted, the underdogs.  Thus, I adopted 7 geldings, and they were shipped here to me.  
My first mustangs.  I have wanted one all my life. As a little girl, I had written letters and donated my allowance to Wild Horse Annie and her organization.  I had read Margarite Henry's book about her.  Now, I had my own.  But as it turns out, I didn't have just any old mustangs. Mine were special.  My little band of 7, originally came from the round up of the mustangs on the White Sands missile site/army base, in Nevada.  It was decided a while back that the wild horses should be removed from the base, so as not to raise any questions about them, or about their well being, i.e., people coming around looking for mustangs.   So, a vet was called in, and he organized the round up and removal/adoption of the mustangs there.  He wrote a book about this, called 'Nobody's Horses'.    It is a really good read.   And it was from this book that I discovered my mustangs were the ancestors of Sheriff  Pat Garrett, who's good friend, Wild Bill Hickok, had left a few horses that he used in his wild west shows. Those horses were Cleveland Bays, he had gotten back east.  My entire band of mustangs were all bays. virtually no white on them, except for 2, one of which is a Quarter Horse, through and through.  Turns out, Pat Garret was breeding Quarter Horse types, to work cattle.  Makes sense. 


So, my little band of first ever mustangs have history!  How cool is that?

Now I am bitten by the mustang bug.  One of them, who is named Reign, wanted to be tamed. He was really easy to put my hands on, brush, work with, eventually saddle and get on.  This summer, 2020, i will start riding him.  I had a hip replaced 2 years ago, which kiboshed all my riding for months.

Fast forward to a year later. I want to breed one of my reining mares, who has fantastic bloodlines, and she herself was a good show horse with
great conformation.  Husband Rusty kept telling me to think about the fact that there are so many horses out there that are unwanted.  So many.  However, his daughter had just informed us that she is going to breed one of her mares.  He can say nothing to her.  It's her horse. She has her reasons, to keep the bloodline going of one of the older mares that they had for decades, a real character of an appaloosa mare.  I point out she is going to have a foal.  Hmmm.  What about that?  His suggestion was to look for a pregnant mustang mare, which needed a home.  Then we are rescuing two at once time.  We are having this conversation on our drive to our beach vacation.   We get to Virginia Beach.  Check into our room, get settled.  I open my computer and get on to facebook.  One of my 'horse friends' out west  who I got to know from the Fleet of Angels mustang rescue, she had helped out with that, had just posted she was looking for a home for a pregnant mustang mare, she had just saved from a 'kill pen' auction in Washington State.  The horses are shipped over to Canada, where they eat horse meat, and ship it to France.  She lives in Idaho, and runs Little Piece of Heaven Horse Rescue, where she takes in mainly mustangs from the sales/auctions in the area.   I take my computer over to Rusty, and point this out to him.  This must be kismet.  He had literally just told me earlier I could get a pregnant mustang mare. Then one appears. Alrighty.  Ok then. It's a 'go'. and I contact my friend, Kim, and tell her I will take the pregnant mare. She is elated, as it's a nice mare, with kind eyes, and young, under 5 years old.  Cool!  I'm excited. Now we start looking for haulers to get the mare here to Virginia.     Lo and behold, Kim had rescued several horses at that particular auction, and there was another mare, an appaloosa mustang, who was even younger, like 2, who was also pregnant.  The two girls were buddies.Came from the same herd.  These mustangs are just rounded up, run up onto a big truck, hauled to auction, run back up on the truck, and hauled to Canada for meat.  Kim goes to these auctions and pulls all the mustangs she can afford, to take back to her farm and adopt out.  So, there are TWO pregnant mustang mares needing homes.  Right.  Thus, I end up with Ginger & Thea.  

I waited for what seemed like forever, and they finally foaled, Ginger the first of March with a filly, now named Mollie.  Thea, end of March, a colt named Yakima, for the area of Washington they came from.  The youngest horse I have ever had was weanlings, 6 month olds.  So having pregnant mares was a whole new ballgame.  And so exciting. And worrisome.  Even though I knew they were mustangs, and birthing their babies would probably not be a problem for them.  Still....   but things went fine.

Now i have these two young babies.  Mustang babies do not act like domestic babies.  First, they are incredibly smart.   If you've heard people say mustangs are really smart horses. Yes they are.  Yes, smarter than the domestics we own, even my Quarter Horses, which pains me to admit to that.  But, mustang babies will work with you, and you think you are doing so great training them, then the next day, they are just as wild again, like their mom.  Sigh.  It just takes a lot of patience, to work through the 'mom acts wild so i will too'.  But you do get there. Now both babies are tamed completely. and wonderful.  Here is what i have learned about mustangs.  Once you teach them something, they do not forget it.  









 my boy Reign