As I waited for the Adobe Town/Salt Wells Roundup to begin, I visited the horses of Adobe Town that I have gotten to know over the last 4 months. I headed out every morning before dawn, and found bands of stallions, mares, yearlings and foals, unknowingly enjoying their very last days of freedom before they wil be rounded up by helicopter, separated from their families and most of them, over 1500, will be removed from their homes forever.
I was captivated by the gorgeous grey stallions, some battle scarred, some proud and snorting their defiance, some unconcerned by my presence. Grey is a dominant color in this herd, but some bands are very colorful with buckskins, blacks, sorrels, and palominos.
This last morning before the roundup, the air is very cold, with the weather finally changing. The stud piles are almost comically coated with frost, and the horses are running for the sheer love of moving in the brisk wind.
I fall in love with a colorful band which is very curious. The grey stallion keeps grazing as his mares and foals get closer and closer. The chestnut mare is clearly the lead mare, and the bucksin mare keeps looking to her for reassurance.
I follow the trucks of the rangers to the trap site where the roundup will begin tommorw, and I mourn for the life that they will lose tommorow and over the next 5 weeks.
There is right now no way to stop this cruel and unnecessary roundup. So I pray for snow, and I will be there to witness the loss of their freedom.