The ticking of clock has grown louder by the day since the March 2nd announcement of the removal of 400 of our beloved Onaqui horses by the Utah Bureau of Land Management. Heavy hearts and clouds of hope have hung in the balance as the appointment of Secretary Deb Haaland to the Department of the Interior became a reality.
Red Birds Trust is born. Today marks two months and 6 days since the formal announcement was made by the Utah Bureau of Land Management (BLM) to remove 400 of the estimated population of 475 Onaqui Horses. That means that in exactly two more months and 4 days the roundup is slated to begin. On serene desert scenes will now be overrun with catch pens and livestock trailers as they flood the… Read More
As of today there are 102 days left and counting before 400 of our Onaqui wild horses are removed from their home here in Utah’s west desert.
One of the things I love most about my visits to the range is that they are always different. Trying to understand all of the complex social and ecological dynamics for both the north and south Onaqui herds is honestly fascinating to me. It’s like its own little horse soap opera and I find myself getting sucked in to it hook line and sinker. For years the Onaqui have been one of… Read More
The photo you see above is of a brand new baby only minutes old born to Onaqui mare OQ354bM who travels in a band with the band stallion Dude (a gorgeous and muscular bay roan). I was lucky enough to watch this mare in labor while the other mares gathered around in a tight circle gently cleaning her, sniffing her nose and putting their hooves on her in an attempt to comfort… Read More
When I started this blog I was so excited not only to be able to share my images of the wild ones but also to share the stories behind them. That’s the thing I’ve always loved so much about photography is that I’m able to capture that one little moment frozen in time and preserve it. Memories are so important and I’ve seen too often that eventually they’re all we will have… Read More
There’s just something about those greys. Some may appear to have more of a true grey coloring while others fade so much with age they turn nearly white. It’s the fading and aging that really gets me. It gives such a distinguished look. Something almost regal. And the way the light catches and dances off manes and tails – especially as thunderstorms approach with those backlit dark midnight hues approaching.
I can’t ever begin to count how many times over the years I’ve heard the saying “choose your battles wisely.” I think as we all get older and more seasoned at life you realize this is a critical lesson to learn. But in the meantime we all dive headfirst into choices that in hindsight probably weren’t best fork in the road to take.
2020. The year of change for many.
If someone would have told me in February while I was struggling through heaps of mud and over volcanic boulders in the high elevation rainforests of Rwanda and Uganda searching for gorillas that only a month later my beloved island would close down with National Guard patrolling everywhere closing highways or that all major airlines except for one would have cancelled their contracts to fly to/from the neighboring Hawaiian islands it would have seemed like a fictional horror movie. But then it happened.