Recently, I started volunteering with the Rescue 100 Horses Foundation. They’re a group that formed several years ago when a previously well-established Arabian breeding operation went under and left all its horses to starve. The original hundred horses have all been fed up to healthy weights and found homes, but unfortunately there are still cases of abuse and neglect and there’s still work for the foundation. My volunteer duties are (1) to socialize the horses, and teach them that when a human shows up in the pasture, it’s a good thing; and (2) photography.
There are currently three foals in care, who were born last spring to mares who came in pregnant. The rescue has brand-new baby pictures of them, but nothing current. The other day I went out to get some current pictures, and discovered that photographing baby horses is even more challenging than photographing puppies of the same age. They are curious. They are rambunctious. They want to nibble on you. Unlike puppies, they weigh several hundred pounds and have pointy hooves that they kick with when they are startled. I didn’t get very many quality shots.

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5 comments
February 28, 2014 at 12:58 am
bleatmop
Horseys!!!! Remind me of good days at my grandparents farm.
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February 28, 2014 at 8:50 am
syrbal-labrys
How marvelous! My youngest son has already decided the descriptive he wants to wear all his life is “horse poor”. He will be medically discharged from the military in the next year or so and return to Texas where his very own Arabian awaits him — being boarded at a ranch near Ft. Hood. They host weekends with horses to help returning PTSD-afflicted soldiers
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February 28, 2014 at 9:08 am
The Intransigent One
“Horse-poor” – I love it! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to afford to be horse-poor, but all it costs me to volunteer at the rescue is gas to get out there.
Using horses to help soldiers with PTSD sounds like a brilliant idea. After my horsie visits, I get a sort of calm high that lasts a few days, I imagine that could be therapeutic for all sorts of troubles.
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February 28, 2014 at 10:25 am
john zande
Good on you, Arb.
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February 28, 2014 at 10:57 am
The Intransigent One
lol, it’s my post not Arb’s. You wouldn’t catch Arb around horses willingly. They are smelly and they poop everywhere. Anathema.
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