We’re wild horses.Born
in Nevada, we ran free on the range, manes blowing, legs reaching and pulling
us up mountains and then downhill in crazy gallops, zig-zagging through storm-hammered sage brush.
We’re not there anymore. We’re in a place
called BLM. We’re young, healthy and we play chase when
So, when we heard you wanted to kill us -- not as the cougar
does, one at a time to feed her young, but all together, for reasons we don’t
understand --we asked a friend to speak for us in your language.
Dear Legislator, Don't be hoodwinked when Department of Interior Secretary Ryan Zinkecomes to Capitol Hill, tomorrow.
For decades, the Department of Interior has taken America's wild horses off public lands to "restore the range." Know why that doesn't work? Wild horses aren't to blame, but Secretary Zinke may neglect to mention the impacts of livestock and extractive industries on the environment. Budget
calls for killing all wild horses and burros in Bureau of Land
Management holding pens. That's about 44,000 equines according to BLM,
and the roundups continue, this month. BLM records show more mustangs "gathered" in the
first three months of 2017
than were captured in all of 2016.
Few voters want wild horses killed, but they’re bombarded by myths
which infer there's no choice.
calls for killing all wild horses and burros in Bureau of Land Management holding pens. That's about 44,000 equines according to BLM and roundups continue. BLM records show more mustangs "gathered" in the first three months of 2017
than were captured in all of 2016. Few voters want wild horses killed, but they’re bombarded by myths
which infer there's no choice.
I've yearned for the moody beach and unsettling characters of SEVEN TEARS INTO THE SEA ever since I wrote "The End."
In the last few weeks readers who love the story as much as I do have taken me back to
Mirage Beach, to Jesse and Gwen and the small town where the ancient Celtic legend of the selkie comes ashore for love, mystery and midsummer madness.
I met author Jackie Smith at the Teen Bookfest by the Bay and it turns out she's a fan of the story! This week in Quinter, Kansas, I get to talk about the appeal of shape-shifting characters and THEN
Q: What is a selkie, really? A:
Ancient tales say they are faery folk who can shift shapes between
human and seal, But there's much more to the story. Here's one of my
favorite selkie websites about Selkie Folk
Q: What is scrying? A:
Originally, it meant "seeing from afar" and in SEVEN TEARS, Gwen's
grandmother has the gift of seeing deeply into the present and future by
gazing into an antique mirror, but crystal balls and still waters have
presented others, over the ages, as a way to see and know the unknown.
Q: SEVEN TEARS' cover is kind of dreamlike, what is it supposed to show?
As you may know, Gwen has a history of sleepwalking and I've always
thought the published cover
(at the top of this blog) shows how it might feel if you'd walked in
your sleep, right down to the edge of the sea as Gwen did.
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Each morning, dawn touches fewer wild horses on America's Western range lands. Roundups by the Bureau of Land Management clear the way for a tsunami of industrialization. Senate confirmation of Interior Secretary-designate, Rep. Ryan Zinke, advocates looser environmental regulations for extractive industries. He proposed legislation to open horse slaughter plants in the West.
Nevadans Velma "Wild Horse Annie" Johnston and Carrol Able spend their lives fighting for America's wild horses. It seemed like a good time to give them their say, again.
July 20, 2011
I sat down with Wild Horse Annie
today. We had quite the conversation. I complained of how convoluted her law
had become, how it was now a life sentence for the very animals it was intended
to protect. She listened quietly, never uttering a word. “We really need your
help.” I told her. She offered no reply.
The grass surrounding us was cool damp; refreshing, the day warm and clear. I closed my eyes and imagined a
band of wild horses grazing peacefully nearby. How fitting it would have been.
But alas! Imaginings are nothing more than imaginings. There were no wild
horses and Wild Horse Annie was not going to answer.
Beside me was a small and unassuming
grave marker. In that, it was much like the woman buried there. Beneath the
name Velma B. Johnston, Wild Horse Annie and the dates March 5, 1912 - June 27,
1977 are three mustangs, running wild and free. As I ran my fingers across the
relief and looked closer at the image, I realized there was something
unexpectedly ominous portrayed there.
The running mustang trio has reached
the edge of a dangerous precipice with no choice left but to jump. The last of
the three is rearing and looking over his shoulder as if deciding whether to
fight or flee. Tears started flowing when I put the scene in the context of the
battle we’re waging today.
I started sobbing like a crazy fool and blurted out,
“Help me! I don’t know what else to do.”
It was then that a voice came to me,
a gentle but strong whisper in my ear.
MustangMedia 101 by Terri Farley: Whose Home on the Range?
horses can't speak their own stories. Once, that didn't matter, but now wild horses suffer and die at human hands.
We take their food, water and homes. A few people want wild horses taken off public lands so corporations can earn
money from the land's minerals, oil and grazing. But most people love wildlife and wild places. They're learning to
stand up for wildlife because the Western public lands belong to all Americans! Our hearts lift at their rough power
mustangs inspires me to tell their stories as well as I can, before they're extinct.
MustangMedia 101 by Terri Farley is my attempt to explain modern challenges facing