Dr. Matt was vet to a 140-horse breeding farm across town and saw foals virtually every day of his life, yet he would stand propped on our fence and watch this newborn race up and down the steep rocky paddock and he’d shake his head, saying, “I’ve just never seen a baby like this one.” He was fascinated by Malachi and I think he loved him as much as we did. This baby horse who was conceived in the wild and who broke all the domestic rules. He was born under the stars with nobody watching but God and his mama. The foaling book told us that after a couple of weeks he could come outside for a maximum of two hours a day. We laughed, because Malachi had never been inside. He was running up and down the hill and around rocks and boulders on his third or fourth day of life and I remember Kathleen saying, “Just think of all the babies who never get a chance to do this.”
Why is any of this important? Because Malachi, from his first moment on the planet, was living the life every horse on the planet should be living. He was big, and strong, and healthy, and almost single-handedly changed Dr. Matt’s mind about all the crazy non-traditional things we were doing. Like no stalls, no shoes, no sugar.
When a horse is forced to live in a manner that directly opposes the way he was genetically designed to live, the stress alone can wreak all sorts of havoc with his physical and emotional being.
So how is he genetically designed to live?
Every horse on the planet is designed to live like a wild horse.
That was exactly my first reaction. But it’s true. Science tells us that domestic horses and wild horses are genetically precisely the same. The horses in our back yard are really wild horses in captivity. Just like a baby tiger would be, even though his mom, grand mom, and triple-great grand mom were all born in captivity. That baby’s genetics are still the same as those beasts roaming the African jungles. The scientific fact, we discovered, is that it takes between 5000 and 10,000 years to even begin to change the base genetics of any species.
Which means the horses in our back yard have been programmed for millions and millions of years to live in wide open spaces where they can see predators coming, eat small bits of grass forage around the clock up to 18 to 20 hours a day, move 8-20 miles a day, on bare feet that can flex with each step to circulate blood within the hoof capsules, live with multiple horses for safety and security, and even balance their own diets if provided with enough choices to do so.
Obviously not me and Kathleen when we acquired our first horses, nor the experienced experts who were advising us with phrases like: This is the way it’s always been done! Our guys and girls all lived in a manner diametrically opposed to what their genetics were calling for. They lived in tiny little stalls where they could move at best 800 steps in a 24-hour day as opposed to the 8-20 miles a day their genetics called for. And we ultimately discovered that such a huge differential was not just affecting physical structure, it was affecting their digestion, their breathing, the health of their feet, their immune systems, and thereby immensely affecting their stress levels which, as medical science has finally come to realize, substantially affects all aspects of their health. Their diet was mostly sugar in a bag, which we discovered is the absolute worst thing one can feed a horse, especially a confined one. Molasses is part of virtually every packaged feed in existence. Every grain in the same bag turns to sugar the instant it gets inside the horse. And, as mentioned above, horses are genetically programmed to eat grass forage (real grass or grass hay), little bits at a time, up to 18-20 hours a day. The horse’s hind gut is programmed to release digestive acid around the clock. Acid that digests grass (not sugar, not alfalfa, not pellets, not carrots, just grass or grass hay). When that grass forage is not dribbling into the hind gut on a regular basis the acid has nothing to work on but the insides of the horse itself! Unlike humans whose digestive acid turns on and off depending upon whether food is present, the horse’s digestive acid never stops. So the grass forage needs to be there. Free-choice. Around the clock.
And then there’s the herd. We discovered that a horse in a stall who cannot commune with other horses gains yet another level of stress to endure. The purpose of the herd for a prey animal is safety and security. Being with other like animals is quite literally a safety net. There are more eyes to see trouble coming. And usually the dominant member of the group is also the number one watchdog. Being deprived of that comfort, at some level, breeds huge amounts of stress.
Remove all of that stress, whether human or equine, and you remove the cause of many if not most medical and emotional issues.
For horses, just the stress of being cooped up in a stall can cause or lead to ulcers, colic, laminitis, reduced blood circulation, digestive issues, lowered immune system, and, of course, each and every stall vice in existence.
Add packaged feed filled with grain and/or sugar served up two or three times a day instead of grass or grass hay around the clock and you increase the incidence of all of the above and all sorts of other issues.
Toss in the lack of movement the horse is designed to have and add metal shoes nailed to his feet that eliminate the ability for the feet to flex which circulates the blood in the hoof capsules and up and down the legs, and all the bad stuff quickly compounds.
On and on it goes. Building the horse’s immune system is the singular very best thing you can do for a horse’s health and happiness.
And building the immune system begins with eliminating stress.
Then getting the diet, movement, feet, and blood circulation as close as your specific circumstances allow to the lifestyle the horse would be living were he or she in the wilds of the American west where he or she evolved.
I know, I know. So many have told me “I have no choice but to board my horses.” Or “I simply don’t have any room for them to be out.” And all I can say is do the very best for your horse that your circumstances allow.
When we were in California (before the move to Tennessee) and discovered how our horses should be living this is where we started:
Two makeshift Paddock Paradises each barely bigger than the footprint of a barn. Each housing three horses. Not a lot of room, but at least they were out of the stalls. And they were eating grass hay around the clock spread in small piles all around the perimeter fencing and criss-crossing through the middle to stimulate movement. The dominant horse would never let #2 eat very long on a pile. So #2 would move out #3 who would go on to pile #4… and so it would go pretty much all day and night, moving around and around the paddock, except for nap times. Later, this became Noelle’s and Malachi’s paddock.
Frankly we were extremely nervous about letting the herd out into these two paddocks, scared to death that the steep hills and the rocks and boulders might cause injury… without a clue at the time that this is exactly the type of terrain that horses evolved on for millions of years out in the Great basin and Plains of the western USA. It didn’t take long however to see that they were thriving. Happier and Healthier. We fed morning and evening. A few supplements top dressed on Triple Crown Safe Starch, a packaged forage of orchard and timothy grasses guaranteed to be less than 10% NSC (non-structured carbs which turn to sugar immediately upon entering the body), and we assured free choice grass hay around the clock by putting out morning and night, a bit more when we found it all gone, and a little less when we found some left over. Their half-covered stalls were at the top of the hill just above the above photo. Whenever a storm would blow in from the Pacific we’d move them to the stalls until the hillside dried enough to eliminate any danger of slipping.
They were doing so well that we soon began to eye the very steep hill behind our house. So steep it was basically worthless except as a buffer against another house getting too close. It could not be built on and basically was serving no purpose. The entire piece was a bit over two acres, but about half an acre of that was so dangerous looking we reduced our working area to approximately an acre and a half and installed an electric fence outside perimeter and another one as an inside circle that created, again, sort of a makeshift paddock paradise, only bigger than what we had originally created. In the photo below the yellow dots are the outside circle and the blue dots are the inside circle into which they were never allowed. A no-fly zone :).
Our guess is that the final total space the herd of six had access to was barely over an acre, but we monitored them over one 24 hour period and estimated that they were moving 10-12 miles a day, round and around, up and down that hill. Eating from more than 100 little piles of hay that we distributed all the way around, twice a day, with our Gator. Before leaving California we documented the entire process on video as well as the way the horses were living and moving every day of their lives.
The very first time we took a horse over to see how he did, we were worried.
Was it too steep? Would the horses like it? Were there too many rocks and boulders? Would they hurt themselves? Would they all get along in the same pasture?
Scribbles was first.
He’s the quiet one. A gorgeous paint, but charisma is not his long suit. He’s the one who was most likely to be found standing in a corner, motionless, seemingly, for hours. Lazy would be a merciful understatement. He has the best whoa in the herd, because it’s his favorite speed. No reins needed. Just sit back a little, then hold on for the screech of tires. Can we stop now? is his favorite question. He leads like it’s an imposition to ask him to move. Oh all right, if you insist, but you have no idea how much effort this is.
Which is why his first venture into the natural pasture left me with my mouth hanging open in astonishment. As the halter fell away, he spun and was gone like a bullet. Racing, kicking the air, tossing his head, having the best time I’d ever seen him have. This was not a horse I had met before. He went on for a good ten minutes, with me just standing there, grinning like an idiot.
I could imagine that somewhere inside those two brains he was screeching Whoopee! I’m free! I’m free! Finally, he trotted back over and in his own begrudging little way said thank-you. That was the beginning of a new way of life for Scribbles and his five herd mates.
A life free of stress from being confined. From eating stuff that’s bad for them. A life of movement, and circulation, and good digestion. In short, a life as close as we could get to how they’d be living were they in the wild.
On barely more than an acre.
There are always ways to make their lives better. Not everyone can do what we’ve done. But virtually everyone can do something. There’s a page on our website entitled Happier Healthier Horses containing short stories from folks around the world who have read one or more of our books, thought they could never achieve this better life for horses, but when they put their minds and hearts into it they discovered a way. You’ve heard enough from me :). I encourage you to read these brief tales from others who seriously love their horses. One of my favorites is from Aisha in the United Arab Republic. Please don’t leave the page before reading her story. It’s amazing! Here’s the link:
Happier Healthier Horses
Stories of Change
Before we did any of this, this is the way it was for our horses:
Sad eyes. Locked up. No movement. Lots of stress.
It’s not that way anymore. It wasn’t in California. And it’s not here in middle Tennessee.
Kathleen and I strongly encourage you to not take our word for it. Do the research. Figure it out for yourself. And see the difference that stress-free horses will add to your life. You won’t be sorry you did.
On the evening of June 3rd, 2009, exactly three months from the day of Malachi’s birth, we lost him in the aftermath of a violent thunder and lightning storm that knocked out a power pole on our property. As we piece together what happened (we were out of town), a fleet of huge power company trucks climbed our driveway that night which passes right by Noelle and Malachi’s paddocks and stalls. These gigantic loud monsters apparently freaked Malachi into a frenzy and he ran head first into a post and snapped his brain stem. According to Dr. Matt he dropped immediately and died on the spot. Noelle stood by him until his body was taken away, then she went to the spot where he was born and would just stand for hours at a time. She was as devastated as we were. Just devastated. He was our first and only baby. We only wanted one. And so much of the rest of my life was wrapped up in him. I so looked forward to going down at feeding times because Malachi got to come outside and play at liberty while I loaded the gator for the pasture feed. He was such a good boy. Everything you could ask for in a messenger for the mustangs, bearing the message of change as his Biblical counterpart had done. Change for mustangs, for all horses; and he represented everything we had learned in The Soul of a Horse, our entire journey. His birth was to be the first chapter of the next book. I loved him so, and so looked forward to the rest of my life with my boy horse. It was all so random. So wrong. Tears are still streaming down my cheeks nine years later.
I love Joe Camp.
I love his heart. I love his vision.
I love Malachi.
Below are OUR VERY OWN Warriors
Kevin, Zaza, McGee, Curry ,Klay and the gang.....
I'll let you decide!
The 3 orphan foals are settling in nicely. Getting used to us humans and the buckets for milk. I have stretched their night feeding to 5 hours , keeping me alive LOL. The scheduling of our fundraiser is all dependent upon the condition of the horses. Emotionally, they must be settling in nicely and enjoying their stay. Then we begin to search for avail. resources. It's difficult to do because caterers and rental services get resevered quickly.
But, we have to put the well being of all our rescues first.
This season we have 7 wild mares, NOT abused, but wild. They are figuring out life behind pipe-panels and much smaller pastures to enjoy. They all come from 10,000 to 100,000 acres of land.
It makes me sad , yes indeed. But we must remember. This is better than a horrific death,and a loving home may just be ok:)
Enjoy some of the new pictures.
By Laura Yan
Apr 29, 2018
Researchers from the University of Sussex and the University of Portsmouth discovered that horses can read, remember and react to human expressions.
Researchers showed domestic horses photographs of an angry or happy human face. Several hours later, they introduced the horses to the actual person photographed. The human subject didn't know which photos the horses had seen, which meant they all displayed neutral behavior. But the horses reacted differently depending on the photo they'd seen. Animals process threatening stimuli in their right brain-hemisphere, using their left eye, so the direction of the horse's gaze revealed their read of the photograph.
Not only did the horses meet neutral behaving humans, but the differences in reaction only applied to the person the horses saw in the photo, and not to strangers. Meaning: horses have a memory for emotion. Dr. Leanne Proops, co-author of the study published in Current Biology, said: “We know that horses are socially intelligent animals, but this is the first time any mammal has been shown to have this particular ability. What’s very striking is that this happened after just briefly viewing a photograph of the person with a particular emotional expression – they did not have a strongly positive or negative experience with the person.”
Previous research have shown that horses can recognize human expressions. Understanding horses' perception and memory of human expressions can help with social bonding and aggression avoidance. Previously in animals-recognizing-humans: sheep can be trained to recognize humans from photographs, and some were able to recognize their handlers without any training at all. While humans often rely on visual information to recognize others, animals can recognize family and friends by a variety of sensory cues, from scent to touch to sound.
The foals have arrived after dark. We are now on day 3. I am doing the nite shift, foal-lac every 3 hours in bucket. They are getting the hang of it. The photos above are one of the round ups taking place today..Sunday. yes, the photos show they are real. babies torn from moms...Moms sent to slaughter. This week I am told there may be 20 newly orphaned lives. It's a sad reflection on humans and what we do. Please pray for the horses.
If you'd like to think about adopting a foal, and sponsoring its companion for 6mos (As they cannot be alone so young) ...email Lynn@marerescue.org.
Sending LOVE Light, healing, HOPE and gratitude.
Author - Lynn Hummer
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