Home at Last Sanctuary

Teddy and the "Horse-Getter"...

2012-02-16T18:52:00.000-08:00

From Jim: There's a story that the American Indians believed that horse's could see things that men couldn't. A while back, I wrote a series of blogs on the sensory perceptions and capabilities of equines and there's no doubt that they can see, hear, smell, taste, and sense things that we can't. That's not what this blog is about. This blog is about a "genuine, for real, scary horse-getter". Teddy is a very senior Thoroughbred. Big ole guy-17-2. He's a great horse with a super personality. He's found a corner of his backyard turnout that lets him get close to the herd in the upper turnout. He likes that. The problem is there's a horse-getter that lives there. Well, it doesn't actually "live" there, because it's a dead tree branch. At least that's what us twoleggeds see. For Teddy this is a transmogrifying getter. It's an OK dead branch going into the corner, but becomes an object of pure terror if any attempt is made to come out of the corner. We've had to lead our old friend out of the corner several times so that he can eat and get a drink. The first time we saw him standing there, in the corner, we thought he was missing someone from the upper herd. Not so. He was unwilling to face up to the getter reaching out from the tree, ready to grab him and do the worst. This is exactly the same branch that beckons him into the corner with a friendly wave and happy greeting-I guess? Anyway, Teddy sees it for what it is and without a reassuring hand and the protection we offer up, there's no way out of the corner. I suppose the getter will be chainsawed into submission this weekend. There will be other getters. I'm sure of it. Teddy points out, quite clearly, that just because we can't see it, that doesn't mean there's nothing there. I try to remember that horses, like us, can have real fears that others don't understand. Times like that, you need a friend. You sure don't need someone telling you you're being silly or getting harsh. I think I'll take care of that getter sometime tomorrow-not wait for the weekend. Wouldn't want to take a chance with Teddy's safety.

An Old Arabian...

2012-02-16T03:06:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have a bunch of Arabians. There was a time that we couldn't imagine having even one. They were exotic and expensive and not well known by western pleasure and ranch folks. Going to Cal Poly gave us a real introduction to these great creatures, but having one of our own-out of the question. Well, the times have changed in many ways and most have not been so good for horses of any breed. Arabians were overbred by those that would get rich from raising horses. That is a mistake we've observed over the years as breeds come into and out of favor and fad. The Gypsy Vanner seems to be the latest to rise and then wane in popularity as the economy falters. A while back, our local animal control officers asked if we could take in an old Arabian. I think he was around our twentieth Arabian. He was sound, just older. No one was interested in adopting him after he was seized from a neglectful owner. This old guy was everything we've come to expect. He was sweet and friendly and full of life. He glides along, tail over his back and head up, feet seeming to float over the ground. Arabians seem to get prettier with age. They are special that way. The breed is noted for great feet, good conformations, and endurance like no other. That seems to translate into longevity and good health. They are tough. I can't give you this old boy's name. We're careful with that information when an animal is here from animal control. I can tell you that, with probably 5 to 10 good years left, he would have made someone a wonderful trail horse. The notion that he was too old was really wrong and reflects a basic misunderstanding about Arabians. They can often work well into their 30's. He's home now. We'll enjoy his kind and pleasant ways and his bright personality and his beauty. If you ever have the opportunity to adopt an "older" Arabian, you might want to really consider it. You won't be sorry.

Happy Valentine's Day...Baldy

2012-02-14T06:43:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Do you remember when you first realized that you loved horses? That moment when it was clear that these big ole critters were going to be a part of your life? I was lucky in this regard, as I was around horses from the time I was very young. They "just" were a part of my life. Riding was often simply a matter of getting on some horse out in the pasture and letting them continue their day with you aboard. Hand full of mane, foot on an elbow, or better yet a fence rail, up and over, Tack? not so much. Sometimes an adult would pull you on up with them and away you'd go-to do a chore or just take a ride. I remember when it was OK to actually go off on your own. The freedom to be gone from the enclosures and explore what was "out there". My first horse-one that was really mine-was Baldy. He had a Ball face, a blaze that went out past his eyes and over his nose, was probably 37 hands(really about 15)-or so it seemed- and was old enough to vote. He was a plain old grade ranch horse. Now days, he would have been called a school horse. Back then, he was a kid's horse. Safe and gentle and less than enthusiastic about racing around and being silly. There have been many others since Baldy, but he was the first. I still, after sixty years, think of him. I remember the smell of him and the tack when, early in the morning, we would get ready to go for a ride. I remember laying in the grass while he grazed a little mid-morning. Headstall hung on the saddle horn and quietly quietly grinding sweet grass with teeth that had to be worn to gum. He was a sorrel. I've always been partial to them. Good old Baldy! What a boy! Happy Valentine's Day!

Monday, Monday...

2012-02-13T06:54:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This promises to be a very busy week and that's OK. Laz will get the pins removed from his foot. We should get another computer. There's a lot of just plain running around to do to get the errands done and none of them seem to fit together on the same day. It's nice to have the GMC going again-used it and the trailer to haul some hay yesterday. I really don't know what we would do without Lyle. It rained again. We're so grateful for the blessed water and for what it does for next years crop of hay. This weather pattern of a few days of rain followed by several warm days is just about perfect. We attended Steve's funeral Saturday. He was a remarkable man. Several hundred people took the time to pay their respects. The herd is doing fine so far. This gentle winter has been a gift for our aging seniors. We must, very soon, have Dr. Darling here to give several their wings. It's hard to do. We've faced it so many times and it never gets easier. Part of the nobility of the equine tribe is their stoic and quiet strength and peace. They are truly a wonderful creature to behold. The future of the sanctuary is an issue that we will begin to address in earnest this spring. We need to insure that, no matter what, the herd will be cared for in the years to come. We're also actively looking for appropriate foster homes for some our younger healthy animals. They will be happier in a setting where they can be a working partner with someone. They're not ready for retirement. Some are just getting started. They have so much to offer to the right person or family. They can always come home when they reach retirement. They have a lot to share and, I guess we need to respect that. Well, enough rambling. It's time to get on with the week! Think I'll get ready for morning chores.

Farrier Day for some...

2012-02-12T04:54:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Early this AM, with luck, our shoer will be here and some of our critters will have their feet done. We have shoes on only a very few horses and, of course, Juan, the mule. These animals have special needs and, without shoes, would be lame. Smokie, our Rocky Mountain Horse, was severely foundered as a colt-twice! He was the victim of an ignorant owner/caretaker that didn't know how to feed a horse. Free access to COB-corn, oats, and barley was the cause. Even after the vet admonished this foolish person to stop the graining, the error was repeated. Smokie almost lost his front feet. The shell of his hooves were actually loose. The coffin bones had fully rotated and penetrated the soles of his feet. It took us about two years of very careful trimming, padding, and shoeing to get him sorted out. He'll always have some issues, some seedy toe, stretched white line, and so forth, but he's comfortable and is OK for light trail work. He'll need shoes for the rest of his life. He's a real love. Rosie, a senior Kiger mare, has fronts that are "low". The soles of her feet have thinned out until the coffin bone lacks sufficient cushioning. This happens to some horses as they get to be really old. The result is lameness and bruising-sometimes abscesses. So Rosie has shoes and pads. She gets along fine. Juan has his orthopaedic shoe for his broken flexor tendon issue. The rest of the herd gets by with trims as needed. We feel barefooted is the best for equines, if everything allows for it. We are not, however, devout about it and do what seems to make sense for the well being and comfort of the animal. We hear, from time to time, that shoeing should never be done. That, with enough time, you can get an animal's feet OK naturally. Well, that may be true, but we don't like the idea of months and months of discomfort for the critter, just to make a point. Likewise, we're not proponents of "shoe em all". A horse's foot works better in its natural state, where it can flex and absorb impact. If there's one variable that makes all the difference, it's the skill and knowledge of your shoer. They're not all the same in that regard and you need to find one that knows his or her business. There's an old saying, "No foot, No horse". It's just as true today as it always was. Proper foot care for our equine friends is critical to their health. We want them all to have "happy feet".

For Everything, There is a season...

2012-02-11T06:13:00.001-08:00

From Jim: I generally don't do funerals. There have been a few exceptions and Steve's service will be one. It's not that I don't feel great respect for others and their families, it's a weakness of mine that keeps me away from most of these occasions. With Steve, the connections were so deep, lots of years and kids that were friends, it just really seems important to be there. Our beliefs tell us that he is no longer here and today will be for his family and the others that will miss him so much. We will be there for them. Steve's deep religious faith tells us he is home, at last. He has found his peace. We are all too familiar with the cycle of life and death here at the sanctuary and acceptance is our response to this reality. That sure doesn't mean we claim to understand the eternal questions of Why and Why Now? That's for a much higher authority to know. I'm glad Steve was my friend. I'm glad I told him often how much I enjoyed our times together. A trip to his shop was a lot more that a business transaction. There were always laughes and updates on families and some time to remember when our kids were young and so were we. Our horses are a constant reminder of what being a social critter is all about. We need each other and all less complete without one another. The herd knows that and so should we. Like them, we'll acknowledge the loss, mourn for our friend, and, holding the memories close, get on with it. For all of our friends, Thanks for being a part of this journey. You make a difference to us. It's still the season to let you know that.

Toby and other mules I've known...

2012-02-09T06:15:00.000-08:00

From Jim: A while back, we took in three wildy mules, two Molleys and a John. Tawny and Tango, the Molleys, haven't warmed up to people quite yet and it will probably take several more months for them to settle. Toby, on the other hand, decided that he was a natural born pet. He got in with the Backyard Bunch and let it be known that petting the mule was OK. I don't know why this happened, but I'm glad that it did. Toby seems able to move through fences effortlessly. Yesterday he was in the barnyard. He's now spending a little time in the donkey pen. Next? Who Knows? He's easy to catch and, so far, his antics have been good fun. Our other wildy John mule, Wild Bill, has captured our neighbor's heart. Art spends pleasant times hand feeding Bill grass and petting his nose. Bill is even getting friendlier with us. I shared earlier that Reba, one of newest Molleys, is settling in and letting me touch her. Molly, one of our longer resident mules, is by now a complete love. She'll even wander over and ask for a pet. Juan, our most senior mule, is one the nicest animals you could ever know. What a boy! Jackson, the spotted John, is in with his little herd, led by Bow (Gumba) and is a happy, friendly boy. Tucker, our Appy mule, is one of the most charismatic animals I've ever seen. He is really something else. Lady Bug and Posey, two little Molleys, were so badly abused that they haven't been able to trust us-even after years. Mules are very intelligent and sensitive animals and can really be ruined when mishandled and abused. We're glad Lady Bug and Posey are here at the sanctuary. They can enjoy the herds they're with and don't have to interact with twoleggeds. It's been neat to have the opportunity to come to know about mules. They're pretty special creatures. Hope you'll get a chance to know them too!

Updates...

2012-02-08T07:14:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This is a bunch of updates on a bunch of things in no particular order. Laz continues to heal up from his "mule episode" and will have the pins taken out of his foot next Thursday. He's been a patient good boy with his clunky cast and limited freedom to move about. We're all hoping for a good outcome, but it was a very severe injury and only time will tell if his foot will function properly. Kitty has made some real progress with her poor eyes. Her allergy to UV light has really taken a toll. Irene has washed and treated her sore eyes and the winter sun is not as harsh. Also, the absence of flies has helped. She's a sweet old horse and it's hard to see her struggle with this lifelong problem. Spring should tell us a lot. Tiger, Sugar, Rosie, Cricket, Cash and Maggie are all at the very end of their life cycle and we know we'll have to face the inevitable pretty soon. There are several others that will be placed on a watch list. It's one of the hardest parts of having the sanctuary, but one of the most important. Quality of life and the assurance of a peaceful and pain free end is one of our primary responsibilities. The wells have made a reasonable comeback, but without more rain, this will be a tough and long summer. We are not amused by the projections of $5.00 gasoline and diesel. Rats! Some of our newest residents are making good progress towards trusting us and being comfortable with our kind. They are always a happy challenge and we feel privileged to work with them. As we get ready for the end of winter and beginning of spring, the miracles of rebirth and renewal are awaiting us. It's hard to believe we're already into February. Time to get ready for morning chores now. Have a wonderful day!

A Touch on the Nose...

2012-02-07T06:14:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Yesterday was GREAT! As we worked our way through the watering and afternoon feeding, a couple of neat things happened. And, before that, Donna and I got away for a few hours to have a picnic at the Oroville Dam Visitors Center. Really nice folks there and a fun little museum and covered picnic area to boot. We even had a Snickers for dessert-Wowsers! Well, after that it was time to return to reality of sanctuary chores. My morning had started with a love-in with Juan. He's really a sweet mule and is very affectionate. Nice way to start the day. So, when the afternoon got underway, it was already a pretty good day. Donna was watering the Backyard Bunch when Cal decided he truly was in need of some attention. If you've never come to know Arabians, I hope you will. They can be the most people-oriented horses in the world. We sometimes call them "pocket Arabs" because they want to be so close to you. Donna would pet Cal, and pet Cal, and pet Cal, and then he'd want more pets. Every time she'd move, he would follow along with his nose on her shoulder. This was the guy that was described as hard to catch and not very friendly. Well, that was then and this is now. What a nice boy! I went to turn off the upper well, and there was Reba, one of our newest mules. She's a beautiful sorrel Q-horse mule. She came here absolutely not wanting to be caught or touched. The recent rains had fired up some new grass and I pulled a handful and offered it to Reba. She took it and then let me pet her nose. First time since she's been here that she's let me touch her. I've shared with you before that we believe animals should be at liberty when they decide that we're OK. If they're penned or tied or cornered you can't really say they made the choice. We think they need to have the option. It's part of forming their minds about us and usually really pays off as their training and education continues. The few months it takes to get there seem like a small price for the benefit of having animals that trust you. If forced, their anxiety gets in the way of what you're trying to teach them. If their mind is at peace, it's more open to learning. Besides that, we want to enjoy our time with them and that means they need to enjoy it too. So, a morning pet with Juan, a picnic with my wonderful wife, a chance to watch Cal get loved on, and a break through with Reba. Not a bad day, not bad at all!

In Memorium...

2012-02-06T05:28:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We lost Ann-A-Belle Sunday. She took a fall, hit her head and died in an instant. Donna and I will miss her a lot. She was a brave pony that coped with her disabilities quite well and had a very nice way about her. We had recently lost Jonathan and Dobbin, our two very senior donkeys. Reaching back, we remember the over 70 wonderful animals that have gotten their wings here at the sanctuary. The population we work with, very old, injured, diseased, starved and so on pretty much guarantees that we'll have to accept losses. It isn't easy. Our critters are pets and part of the sanctuary family. When they pass away, they are missed. It is the hardest part of what we do. We know that on any given day, we may have to face the death of one or more of our animals. We've had some for years. We've lost others after only a few months. They all touched us. We hope that their time here with us was good and that they had the peace of being home, at last. Ann-A-Belle was special, because they're all special. Her "defects", a severely cleft palate and a fractured knee that had become arthritic were not her defining characteristics. Her sassy personality and intelligent eyes, her friendly ways with Juan and Bucky, her sweet face, that's who she was. This borrowed computer does not have the ability to let us post pictures. Too bad, she was a beautiful paint pony. We'll have to wait for another computer to do that. We want everyone that helped us with Ann-A-Belle to know how much it was appreciated and that she left this world quickly and without suffering. Thank You! You should never miss an opportunity to express your love and appreciation for those in your life. Life is a fleeting thing and the moments dwindle down. Take some time to love on your pets. It's nice to have the chances to do that!

Sanctuary? Why?

2012-02-05T03:03:00.001-08:00

From Jim: We are often asked why we do what we do. Why would anyone spend all of their time and money caring for 80 or so equines? Aren't you too old for this? Don't you get tired of all the hassles? Are you crazy? Boy, how to answer? We started Home At Last because there was a great need and we could do something about it. Yep, we're getting older and we are already working on plans for the future of the sanctuary when we're dead and gone. I don't think "tired" even gets close to how frustrating it can be to run a sanctuary. I guess we try to check out our sanity as often as most folks and, so far, we may be committed, but we haven't been "committed", not even for the 72 hour evaluation. Donna and I have lived our lives with a core value that one should serve a cause beyond themselves. We believe that making a difference is not optional, that life should have a purpose. So many of our supporters seem to feel the same way. It is humbling to have so many others pitch in and help. If they feel half as good as we do about caring for the critters, they know they've done good. Swirling around us are so many issues, so many problems and causes. We centered up on one that seemed to need a voice and an answer. There just aren't enough homes for our society's equines. They don't have the options that other smaller critters find. The number of folks that have the skill and resources to care for them is declining. Fewer and fewer kids grow up with a horse or pony in the backyard. Economic forces are not working in favor of equines, whether horse, donkey, or mule. The real solutions are at a scale well beyond what we can do. Controlling breeding, requiring provisions for lifetime care of new critters, expansion of opportunities for "new" owners and enthusiasts, and clinics for the humane euthanasia of aging and injured critters that have lost their quality of life are all "big" ideas that need to happen. We need to eliminate the need for sanctuaries by managing the population of equines before the unwanteds are even born. Industries that use horses for competition need to be held accountable for all of the critters they produce while looking for a "winner". Owners need to get a grasp on the reality of just how long equines live and what a lifetime responsibility really means. These are big ideas and they'll need a lot of folks working together to make them a reality. We, on the other hand, will help the animals that we can and work with and support other rescues and sanctuaries for as long as we can because that's what we do. Why do we do it? I guess the best way to answer that is to extend an invitation to you to visit Home At Last and let the critters explain it. They are better at it than me. Please take the time to love on your pets. It's a great way to spend some time!

Chad and Teddy...Two Great Old Guys!

2012-02-04T14:01:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The sanctuary has a number of senior horses. They are often here for their well earned retirement after a lifetime of service to our kind. Two of these are Chad and Teddy. Chad is a buckskin Q-horse about 30 years old. He was a therapy horse for years and years and finally his back just couldn't take anymore work. He's in a stall by himself at night, but spends his days with Dancer's bunch in the front turnout. He's really full of personality. We feed him sack feed twice a day as his teeth are worn to the gum. He spends a lot of time dozing in the warm sun and plays a little with Dunny and Star Man. His handler sent him here and sees to it that his sponsorship is paid regularly. We really enjoy having him as part of our sanctuary family. Teddy is a big ole Thoroughbred!-like 17 hands big. He's also full of personality. He was a school horse and probably taught a billion kids to ride. He's in his late 20's and has a partially ruptured stifle joint. He still trots, canters, bucks and rears a little. You just have to love T-breds for their great spirit! He was placed by someone who promised to sponsor him and then abandoned him. This happens to us all too often. We are determined to never let the animals suffer because of irresponsible and sorry behavior by humans. But when this "place and abandon" behavior occurs, we have to ask for donations or sponsorships to replace the lost support we were promised. I get a little irked by the way some folks act. Hope they sleep OK. When we take a critter, it's for their lifetime. We'll see to their needs and take good care of them everyday. When someone bails out on their commitment, it's just that much harder for us to keep up with the demands of the herd. Sure hope one or more of you will step up and help us with Teddy. He's a big lover and deserves to live out his life with dignity and peace. For everyone that has kept their commitment or donated, Thank you so very much. You make a huge difference and are truly Horse Angels! We always need more sponsors and have many wonderful equines to choose from. Give us a call at 530-514-1439 or drop us a note at Home At Last, PO Box 4129, Yankee Hill, Ca 95965. Again, Thank you!

Staying Aware...

2012-02-02T03:58:00.002-08:00

From Jim: This is a serious blog. It relates to safety and staying safe. The simple truth is that being around large animals is dangerous. There is no such thing as a totally safe equine, unless it's dead. They are big, quick, and impulsive. If you have lulled yourself into the false sense of security that your beloved animal(s) would never ever hurt you, under any circumstances, you are courting disaster. That's the reality. Injuries that happen to horse owners all over this land are the consequences. I will acknowledge that some accidents are truly unavoidable, but most of the time it's the human's behavior led to the mishap. I've had too many experiences with getting banged up by these critters and I can say that every single one of them was my fault. Most were the result of my over-confidence and inattentiveness. The second I was hurt, I said, "I knew better than that". I've learned that my best protection is to be constantly aware of what is going on around me and to attend to what I'm doing. Horses are not sneaky. They'll generally let you know what's going on with them. Their sudden bolting should be accepted as a potential all of the time. It's hard wired genetic behavior. There are too many stories of folks that have been seriously injured or killed by the animal that has never acted out before. Ten years of perfect behavior is no guarantee of ten years plus one day of the same. Add more animals into the mix and it becomes even more important to stay tuned in. Situational awareness is described as relaxed alertness. It is not a state of fear or anxiety. It is not being complacent and unfocused. It is a habit of the mind that can really make a difference to being safe. I catch myself slipping into concentrating so much on what's in front of me that I ignore what's around me. That's not OK and will get me hurt. I know that from experience. Spending several months in a cast or waiting for the stitches to come out is no fun. I think I can say without any doubt in my mind, if you're around horses enough, you'll get hurt. The idea is to keep that to a minimum and keep the injuries small and manageable. That will always be on us, never on the animals. They can never be expected to be the safety factor. If you've been doing that, it's really at your own peril. I love equines. I have 80 of them. I have great respect for each and every one of them. I urge every horse person to practice situational awareness as part of good horsemanship.

2012-02-02T03:00:00.000-08:00

Home Again, Home Again...

2012-02-01T09:47:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Picked Linda up this early morning from the train station in Chico. Got there ten minutes early, the train was 40 minutes late. It was due at 3:50 AM. At 4:00, the security guard called Amtrac central command, or someone like that, and was told the train was on time. When he said that the train wasn't there, with lightening light speed, the train official said, "well, then it's not on time". I was profoundly impressed with the precision that was brought to bear by this highly professional operation. I am pretty certain Amtrac is division of Amway and is sold door to door. They probably have openings even in this poor economy. You could build your own train business and recruit other train people. The training of train people often makes me stop and think, but I'm getting off track. (Groan) Anyway, it's nice to have Linda home safe and sound. Brian is back at it in his new position in Washington. It rained a little last night, just enough to preserve the mud for another day. That's OK, we really need the water. Today will turn back to sunshine and warmer weather. The nappers will abound! I am always happy when they don't even take notice of us doing chores and snooze peacefully. I'm going to write a blog on situational awareness one of these days as I believe it's a behavior horse people should develop. Keeping track of what's going on around you can be a real safety factor. Horses can cover a lot of ground quickly and without much notice. If you're in the way, they figure that's on you. They have that "herd thing" going for them and assume you do too. Getting run down by a 900 to 1000 pound critter moving 35mph is not recommended. More on this later! Love on your critters today as a favor to yourself and to them! It's free and you'll both enjoy it!

February is upon us! Leap for joy!

2012-01-31T09:35:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This month holds a lot of meaning for us. Donna and I will celebrate our 48th anniversary. I'll never understand how I got so lucky to have her as my bride. Our son will turn 40. Valentine's day will see little candy hearts with silly things written on them, classrooms will exchange cut out cards (maybe punch out?) and florists will arrange roses in the dozens. The sanctuary finds February to be a month of hard decisions. Many of seniors will have spent their last winter with us and will soon get their wings. It seems they hang on tenaciously through winter and quickly fade in the spring. It's their way and we've come to accept it. Hay will get scarcer and more costly. The calls for assistance with suffering animals will increase. We will continue to ask for your help and donations and many of you will be there. A special Valentine's wish for you! The edge that winter brings seems to bring folks together. Sitting in front of the wood stove, cup of tea in hand, and several dogs at you feet and kitties in your lap-That's February. The ground is a little crunchy in the morning-some frost in the straw. The hoses need awhile to thaw and every now and again the water tanks need the ice broken. Winter colic from not drinking enough is a constant issue. The horse committee for "new ways to ruin horse blankets" is hard at work. The mix of mud and manure is impossible to clean up. There isn't a recognizable grey or white horse on the place. The least warm sunny spot will attract the nappers-sometimes resting their nose on the ground, feet folded, sometimes flat out, neck stretched out-on their side. The guards will doze and startle themselves awake for a quick look around. Flannel shirts and felt hats-rubber muck boots and thick socks-that's the uniform of the day. February is a special time for us. Leap years let us catch up on our trip around sun. Without the added day every fourth year, February could slip into Fly Time and that would just be wrong! Hope you enjoy every single day of this month!

Time for Healing...

2012-01-30T20:17:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have many resident animals at Home At Last that have been hurt and abused by some very cruel and ignorant people. They have scars on their bodies and in their minds that are the result of their terrible treatment. They have needed to have a lot of time to heal. There are those that speak of desensitizing or retraining and that's well and good, but we're about healing here. For us that means giving the critters an opportunity to just be what they are. They get to live in a herd with appropriately tempered herdmates. They have adequate room to move about freely. They have no worries about food or water. They are unharressed. Other than a gentle touch or pet, they are not asked to work at "human" tasks. There is no time limit, no expectation of progress to be tracked, no schedule to be met. Some of our animals will never fully recover. Their injuries were simply too severe, their wounds too deep, their fear too great. We know that and accept it. They will be the very best they know how to be every single day. Please, stop and think about that sentence. Can any of our kind say with complete honesty that we're the best we know how to be every day? I know I can't. The notion that getting well might take too long doesn't make much sense to me. Many "injuries" respond quite well to a long lay-up. We've heard folks complain that this is too long of a wait. They want to ride-NOW. A horse will live 20 or 30 years. If they need a few months now and then to recover from a mishap that doesn't seem like so much to ask. Having equines and getting the most out of that experience is a lesson in patience, not such a bad thing in this day and age of techno-warp speed living. Maybe we need to find time for ourselves to "get well", to enjoy life for itself, to be just ourselves. Time is a precious thing. It slips away no matter how we use it. Once gone, it will never return. I often ask you to take the time to love on your critters. It's your time and can never be anyone else's. How you use it is really up to you either by choice or default. I hope the time you spent reading this will make you think about how you want to use the time to come.

Pinning your hopes on a tractor...

2012-01-30T09:03:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Our tractor is in almost constant use during choretime. With about a ton of hay to feed each day, hand feeding would be pretty near impossible. Yesterday, the bucket? Well, it seems that a linkage pin had been abducted by aliens and was somewhere on the mothership. This left the bucket with one hydraulic ram where two is called for. Not good! Soooo...today will begin with a trip to-wait for it-Tractor Supply in Oroville for a new pin. Since the old girl will down for that repair, I might as well do a full service and there goes the day. Donna will run over to Lyle's and pick up a little hay. Driving the flatbed is not on her bucket list, so it will probably be Wednesday before a full load of hay will get moved. Laz has a vet appointment tommorow and will most likely get a new cast. The pins in his foot will be removed in a couple of weeks-No, they won't work on the tractor. Then, a couple of weeks in a splint and he'll be a fourlegged again. He's sure been a good boy during his recovery. I've often said these critters spend every day being the best they know how to be and I believe that. It's a good starting place when it's time for training them up. They need to know what you want and when you want it. They try to get it right as they understand it. If they don't understand, that's on us. The exception to this, of courses, is cats. They have their own kitty agenda and we're not on it. We are, however, useful to them when they wish for our devoted attention. Otherwise, not so much. Patches is now about equal in mass to several of our suns. He is to blankets what a dark hole is to the universe. Once settled on the bed, there are no covers left. Well enough of this rambling, time to get to work. Take the time to love on your critters. You'll all enjoy it!

Lighting A Candle...

2012-01-29T03:29:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The old saying, "Better to light a candle, than curse the dark" sure fits the rescue/sanctuary business. We get calls and E mails several times a week asking for help with some poor horse that has fallen on really tough times. We do what we can. The reality is that with 80 critters, we're full. We're just barely keeping up with the costs of feed and care and Donna and I are not youngsters anymore. The six or so hours of daily work to maintain the herd is about all we can do and still keep the household going. This is not a rant, and please don't take it as one. It's a request that more of you great folks step up and rescue a horse, donkey, or mule that has run out of options. We, our society, needs more homes for these critters. It's a reality that cannot be "opinioned" away. The issue of slaughter as a solution is repugnant and wrong. The failure to control irresponsible breeding and to enforce animal protection is inexcusable. The notion that it's just someone else's problem is a cop out of the highest order. If you have the room for a needy critter, then you really need to step up. It is never the animal's fault that our kind is so incapable of getting it right. For those of us who "get it", there's a moral mandate to do the right thing. You'll have opportunities to make choices that require sacrifice and selflessness. You'll find a million reasons why you just can't "be there" for a suffering animal. Well, Yes you can! It will be difficult and expensive and people will tell you you're crazy. There will be heartaches and headaches by the number. It will be one of the best things you've ever done for yourself! You will touch the face of that sweet creature and look into those soft eyes and your soul will rejoice! You will be a better person. I'm not selling snake oil here, folks. I'm telling you the truth as I've come to know it. Loving and caring for a living thing that truly needs you is an act of kindness that you just shouldn't miss out on, Really!

Fair Winds Brian!

2012-01-28T04:39:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Our dear friend and adopted family member, Brian, is off to Washington to start a new position with his company. Brian lived on the sanctuary with us for three years. We called him our "mule whisperer" as he had a real talent for gentling the longears that came here. The success he had with these critters was pretty amazing. His beloved horses are here, waiting until he's had a chance, with Linda, to find a place and settle in. We'll sure miss him. Linda will stay on here until Spring, when she retires. In the meantime, Brian will stay on his boat. What an adventure for both of them. The weather has finally started to be "normal?" with alternating days of rain and sunshine. This has been a warm winter and the critters have only had about a week of MUD. We got started with the clean up yesterday and can get started planting some of the fruit trees later this week. It really is time to landscape around the house. The roads, as always, need attention. Wheel rolled the lower road yesterday on my several trips to the junk pile. Ranch life requires that all possible usable stuff (junk) be saved. If you throw anything away, you will absolutely need it the next week or so. Repairs and additions to the barns and stables are also in the offing. I need more me. Irene, our faithful volunteer, continues to work with our most frightened and uncatchable critters. We are impressed with her patient and gentle ways. Jess was by a few weeks back. He and Mallory are also greatly valued volunteers. Laura and I will begin in earnest to find a van for Gracie to use in her travels to see those in need. The thrift store will celebrate a full year of operation next month. Helen and Ron have been unbelievable! So this year is already marked by change and sameness, by the events and passages of life that flow around and through us. Living on a sanctuary is a lot of things, but boring isn't one of them. I hope everyone of you has a great weekend. Fair winds and following seas Brian. You will always be a part of our family and Home At Last!

Hay Econ 101...

2012-01-27T06:00:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We feed 5500 bales of hay a year. Changes in the cost per ton are very significant to the finances of the sanctuary. Cheap cattle hay won't do for horses. What's the point of rescuing animals only to malnourish them? And therein lies the issue. Without regular donations from folks, this sanctuary cannot exist, and that means the animals die. There's no way around it. Critters that have nothing wrong with them, other than no home, will be euthanized. And that's if they're lucky. They may just find themselves in the slaughter pipeline or simply starve to death. Our society doesn't seem to want to acknowledge this reality. Animal control agencies are underfunded. Local governments are strapped for dollars. Most counties have no facilities for large animals and none that can provide lifetime care. That leaves it the private organizations, like Home At Last to look after these animals. There's no grants and stipends and public dollars. All of our funding is from private donations-From people like you. Occasionally, someone will retire a beloved pet here and sponsor them. That's really great. We set our retirement sponsorships as low as we can. We hope that makes it a good option for owners. Most of our herd came from auctions, slaughter pens, feed lots, even off of slaughter trucks, they were seized by animal control, or rescued by others. I cannot tell you how much we need your support. The future for hay prices doesn't look good. If hay goes up by $3.00 a bale, that's a $16,000 a year increase for us. We hope you will extend a loving hand to the animals that have finally found a home, at last. Our mailing address is Home At Last, PO Box 4129, Yankee Hill, Ca 95965. PayPal is right here on the blog site. Or give us a call at 530514-1439. Thanks!

Cash and cash...

2012-01-26T09:14:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have an OTT (off the track Thoroughbred) here named Cash. He's in his mid 20's and coming to the end of his life cycle. He's been here for several years. When he came, he refused to leave his stall, didn't like to be petted, and was lame front and rear. He was not used to being with other horses and wasn't friendly to them. A lot has changed for this old guy. His best friend is Breeze Bay, our beautiful Kellogg Arabian. He enjoys being in the backyard bunch herd and loves attention. His lameness has almost disappeared, although his left rear pastern joint has lost range of motion. Not bad for an old race horse! We'll lose Cash this Winter or Spring. He's having trouble keeping weight on and has slowed down-prefers naps and dozing. We know what this means and we've come to accept that no one lives forever. We don't like it, but we accept it. We're so glad he had the wonderful retirement he's enjoyed. It's what we're about. So-BIG SIGH-on to cash. We need donations. The winter months bring higher feed bills, more vet bills, and generally more maintenance and repair costs. I've mentioned before that we are on a very tight budget-just enough and not much more. This allows more of our critters a chance at life. It also means I'm sitting here writing this so that I can pay the hay bills. We can use sponsors for many of our animals. Any amount helps us keep them going. If you're interested, give us a call at 530-514-1439 or send us a note at Home At Last, PO Box 4129, Yankee Hill, Ca 95965. PayPal is right here on the blog page. We're a 501c3 and your gift will be deductible. We can sure use your help about now! Thanks!

Afternoon Edition...

2012-01-25T14:40:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This morning we fed in the rain. This afternoon is glorious sunshine! It was chilly this morning-almost snowing. It's warm now! Bright blue skies with wispy clouds-lovely! The sanctuary had one of our volunteers work with the horses today. Irene is spending time with those critters that really don't trust our kind. They have not been treated well by two-leggeds and are rightfully cautious. Irene has the patience and gentle manner that can help rebuild a good relationship with our abused animals. It takes a lot of time and improvement is measured in very small increments. Even a brief nose touch is a big deal. You can't help but wonder how it would go if the roles were reversed? If we had suffered what these animals went through and now we were asked to trust again? I guess that's one of the reasons I like them so much. They are remarkable in their capacity to heal and move on. The ground here will dry out in a day or two and need some tractor work. The drainages will require cleaning up and the stalls will need mucking. We want everything in order for the next generation of flies-Man, do I hate flies! We're going to friends for dinner tonight, so we'll try to get the chores done early. It's better for everyone when we have a few minutes to clean up before going out. Eau-De-Horsey is not universally appreciated. We can hope that someday the rest of the world catches on, but for now, it's better to conform to standards not of our making. When I picked up this last load of hay, I got a chance to look over next year's crop. Something really comforting in seeing the young beardless wheat that will provide the herd with food. The planning and preparation for the care of 80 equines, 2 calves, 4 goats, 3 dogs, 8 cats, and a flock of chickens and guineas can be demanding and the consequences for messing it up are not nice. Thank goodness for the help we get from Lyle and from Brian, at Oroville Tractor Supply. (They like Eau-De-Horsey) It's time to post this and get out to the afternoon chores! I need to leave some time to love on some of the critters!

The Second Day...

2012-01-25T06:20:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The computer that Ron loaned us is a real blessing. Slowly, we're beginning to understand how to use it. Ron and Helen continue to generously help and support the sanctuary. What good friends they are! We were by the thrift store to pick up the computer and had a few minutes to discuss their upcoming 1st anniversary event. It's really hard to believe that the store has been open for a whole year already. (Amazing Gracie will have a role to play!) The herd has enjoyed the drying out we've had for the last few days. Many rolls and naps. It's always neat to see who gets guard duty. The social organization of the herd is such a large part of how equines function. They sure need each other and every member of the herd knows it. Our kind seems to struggle with our need for each other-too bad. Cal, one our new residents, has turned out to be one of the neatest critters we've known. He's very bright, and has a great personality. Not only is he not hard to catch, he comes when called, and when you don't call him, he shows up anyway. He's made friends with almost everyone in the herd and plays with the other geldings a lot. Fun! Banjo, a Jersey/Angus cross, has been out with the backyard bunch the last few days. He's still the baby boy, in his mind, that came here as a day old. Only now, he weighs over 1000 pounds. His hugs can be a little much. Julien has chosen to move in with the Buckskins for awhile. I guess hanging out with the Arabians was too sophisticated for him. Anyway, the calves, and I guess they'll always be calves, have really turned into pets, albeit really BIG pets. The goats, which came here weighing 2 1/2 pounds are now well over 100 pounds and are also just as sweet as when they were tiny. They've learned that our kind doesn't play "goaty games" and that "No" means no. They're incredibly smart. Their pen has some large rocks where they play King of the Mountain, and practice looking like mountain goats. Sure glad we left their horns on. They're very pretty animals. When you hold their beautiful faces in your hands and they look right into your eyes, it really hard to believe they were just thrown away as day old babies. Sometimes, some people don't show me much. One day maybe all folks will find out the power of kindness-That's my hope anyway. Please take time today to love on your critters! It will be good for both of you!

Back to the Future...

2012-01-24T17:48:00.000-08:00

From Jim: I find myself back in the "blog-O-sphere" on a borrowed laptop-VERY STRANGE! A lot has happened during the dark time. Our dear Dobbin passed away. He was a mid 40's donkey with a wonderful personality and very kind disposition. He died quietly and was ready for his wings. We will miss him. We finally got some greatly needed rain. It was near Biblical for awhile. The hay crop is now much happier and the wells are recharging as they should. The roads, barns, stalls, and yards-MUDDY! The horses, donkeys and mules-MUDDY! The tractors, trucks, and equipment... As always, the herd blames us for this situation and expects us to remedy it at our earliest opportunity. As always, they'll be disappointed by our sorry efforts. Oh Well! Laz continues to heal from his mule injury. He's sure a good dog! For all of you that sent donations, Thank You! As we are able, we will send along personal expressions of appreciation. Today was one of reflection for us. Brian is very near to his move to Washington state. He's a part of our family now, and we feel like it's a repeat of the "empty nest" thing. Linda will stay on for awhile, until she reaches retirement, then she'll be off to join Brian in the Spring. We have the usual end of the month breath-holding about the sanctuary's finances. We remind ourselves that this is as it should be. If we're not this close to the edge, it would mean that one of our critters would have died for lack of a home. While our situation may be uncomfortable now and then, theirs would have been terminal. That's a pretty stark reality . So, as I gain some command(that's a joke)over this new technological marvel, I'll get back to the blog on a regular basis. I hope you've been taking many moments to love on your critters. We'll need to add pictures as soon we can figure out how to do it on this contraption.

Calling All Angels...

2012-01-15T03:00:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Back to asking for donations, and, even more, for sponsors. If you've already donated or "adopted" an animal, THANK YOU! If you haven't, please do. We follow many other rescues and sanctuaries from all across our nation, and several from other countries. We read their pleas for donations and truly appreciate their needs and the great work they do. We never see them as competitors. When they succeed, they help save deserving critters, just like we do. That's good! Where we differ from most is that our chosen mission is life-time sanctuary for our animals. They will never leave the care and embrace of Home At Last. They are home, at last. That means a life time of feed, no matter how specialized the diet, vet care-including life long immunizations and dental work, farrier care, some of which is pretty technical corrective work, and so on. It's expensive. Our support folks are generous and offer up discounts and donate freely of their time and talent, but the unavoidable costs are still significant. Three thousand, eight hundred friends and only a handful take the time to PayPal or mail a gift. I guess that's on me for not making clear how important this place is to the animals. Without us, they would be dead. Not maybe, not worse case, just absolutely certainly DEAD. That's just not right. It would be terribly wrong. These are wonderful creatures. They really do deserve a chance to live out their lives in peace and well being. Not one penny, ever!, goes to a human being as salary. Every donation-100% is used for the care and welfare of the animals. We do this with a happy and humble heart. We truly need your support-now and in the future. The herd's not going anywhere and they will always have a need for you. We cannot do this by ourselves. As strange as it sounds, I think that's a good thing. Your participation will be a chance to feel some of the joy and blessings we feel everyday. That's something we'd like to share with you. Our mailing address is Home At Last, PO Box 4129, Yankee Hill, Ca 95965. We're 501c3 tax deductible. I guarantee you that we will really appreciate whatever you can donate and that you'll feel good about it as you follow the lives of our residents. That's a promise!

Ruined Horses, Donkeys and Mules...

2012-01-14T13:42:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This blog is the result of pondering what I had written about Jessie in the blog just below. We have a number of residents here that have been described as "ruined". I think that notion is more one of perspective than truth. By far the worst case of outright abuse we've dealt with is Quincy. He was beaten with chains, boards, pipes, ropes, whips and wire. He was pulled off his feet, tripped, and dragged. His hock was destroyed. He would shake all over when you touched him. He was wired up so tight he was really dangerous-always near panic. We've had this guy for years now. He's a lot calmer and his many scars have healed up some. He'll let you pet him and he's happy with his herdmates. So, was he ruined? I'm pretty sure he doesn't think so. He's rightfully cautious and suspicious. He travels pretty well, given his broken hock. He knows that we will not hurt him and he enjoys his life. Then there's Chance. Our beautiful Thoroughbred 4 year old. We got him when he was two. In his fourth start on the track, he fractured his knee-happens when you race babies. He was on his way to slaughter when he was rescued. He's about as sweet a colt as ever was. He can do regular trail work and should live a nice long life. Is he ruined because he can't race? Smoke was being trained up as a reining horse. Over-training resulted in a bowed tendon in the front leg-left a lump. No more competition for Smoke. Worse, the trainer used really harsh tactics with this boy and scared him to death. It took about 2 years of gentle handling to get him to trust us. He's a beautiful, kind, intelligent horse. Is he ruined? There's Juan, our grand old mule. His flexor tendon tore off the coffin bone. Without a corrective shoe, his foot won't/can't turn over and he would walk on the face of his hoof. Juan is the biggest love you could ever know. He is Home At Last's greeter and a diplomat for all of our longears. He would rather be petted than eat. Is he ruined? Outright abuse, ignorant training, a racing industry that destroys babies, accidents, starvation and founder from over-feeding and so on all inflict terrible injuries. Our kind can quickly decide the animal is ruined, because of limits for human use. Kind of a one way street for the critter. The folks that can't see beyond their immediate need for a "useful" animal really don't appreciate what these creatures are. Most of our residents came here because they were deemed unadoptable. Not usable. Ruined. Come spend some time with them. Get to know them. They're a lot of things, but ruined isn't one of them. They are the very best they know how to be-every day, all of the time. They've overcome physical injuries and mental harm that's hard to believe. They are inspirational and humbling. When I have my hands on them and look into their eyes, I honestly wonder how anyone could think of them as ruined.

Jessie, Time is Important...

2012-01-14T02:49:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This is Jessie's story, as best as we know it. With rescues, it's always wise to take everything with a grain of salt, but we're pretty sure this is close to how it went. Quite a while back, maybe 7 or 8 years ago, Tawnee rescued a black BLM jenny donk. She had been beaten, after BLM rounded her up and placed her with some folks that were going to use her for packing. When she didn't know how to do that, they beat her. They then dumped her, as she had become somewhat unfriendly-Go figure. Anyway, Tawnee named her Raven, and placed her with a really nice fellow who rescued a few critters, 2 or 3, I think. Another of his saves was Lower Case Jack, a mini gelding, and another story. Well, anyway this fellow called and asked us if we could take Raven, now renamed Jessie, and L.C. Jack, as he was having some health issues. We agreed. We always try to be there for other rescues and sanctuaries. Sadly, this kind man eventually died-Danged cancer. Little Jack was a lovebug from the first day. Minis generally really like our kind. Jessie wanted nothing to do with us. We had been advised to leave her haltered to make it easier to catch her. We don't do that-ever! Not only is it a safety issue, we want our residents to learn to trust us. The only real way to know that is to work with them at liberty. Then you know they've made a choice, not been forced. It only took an hour or two for Jessie to find Jenny, another of our rescued donkeys, and another story. These two became great friends, still are inseparable. They were in our largest turn out and in with some other critters. Jessie would stand back 10 or so feet when we would pet Jenny. Her ears telling us how uncomfortable she was. We offered a turned down hand, but nothing doing. This went on for four years. We never forced her, penned her, chased her, or demanded anything from her. She just lived here, with her friends and got fat and shiny. One day, Jessie decided that we were OK. It was pretty amazing. She just stepped up with Jenny and said, "Pet me too". That's how it's been ever since. We've had Jessie for awhile now. She's 12 or 13, young for a donkey. She'll spend the rest of her days with Home At Last-probably outlive us. And, she'll know she's loved and that not all of our kind are harsh and cruel. What took minutes to do, took years to heal. We think that giving critters all the time they need to get well is just the right thing to do. Desensitizing a young animal, that hasn't had terrible abuse is way different than getting past the fear that comes from mistreatment. Time and patience are called for, and that can mean years. For us, that's OK and sure worth it. Jessie is just a love now. She's at peace and confident. What's that worth? If you ever visit the sanctuary, Jessie will expect a pet or two!

Thanks!

2012-01-13T06:13:00.000-08:00

From Jim: I want to thank the following folks for their generous donations. Carla and Jon G., Tim D., Eileeen and James G., Becky R. H., Valerie D., Mary R., Brian and Linda, and Maurya F. These are the January angels so far! Donna and I are always humbled by the help we are given. Thank You! The critters are bracing up for a change in the weather and it's about time. We need rain and a bunch of it. The down side to this is that some our watch list animals have been given some extra days to bask in the warm sun and now that's coming to an end. We've talked to Dr. Darling about this and it will soon be time to say Good Bye to some of our beloved seniors. Dobbin-our 40 something donkey, Tiger-mid 20's Kiger, and Sugar-late 20's Qhorse are ready for their wings. There are several more that we are watching closely. When the cold wet weather arrives in earnest, their quality of life can go away pretty quickly. We're so glad they could have the peaceful retirement they've had. Of all the things we deal with here, these decisions are the hardest. I'm sure they always will be and that's how it should be. These lives are so very precious and wonderful. We often talk about the stories they could tell, the things they've seen and done. It's been a joy to get to know every animal that lives here. When I think of those critters out there in the world that will be sent to slaughter or starved to death or abused and mistreated, Well, that's hard too. You have helped us save these guys. You've made a real difference to some great creatures. I hope you feel really good about that. You sure should! Oh, and go love on your pets! You'll both enjoy it!

Cup Full of Pencils...

2012-01-12T09:54:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We've had some of our long time supporters send along some very much needed donations and, boy, are we grateful. It's pretty difficult to ask folks that have their own financial concerns to help our sanctuary. If it was another situation, I don't know if I would do it. When we started Home At Last, we had no idea of how terrible the need was. Our idea was to have some old critters to share some time with in our retirement. We've been at this for a while now, and things just keep heading in the wrong direction for the equine population. There's more of them, largely due to irresponsible breeding practices. There's fewer homes. People don't have the money, or knowledge, or desire. The impact of the latest floods and droughts has hurt the food supply terribly. Grain prices have gone through the roof. It's interesting to me that we never receive donations of $5 or $10 or $20 dollars. Those would add up and help a lot. We have around 3800 friends on FB. Some are other rescues or organizations and are not potential donors. If even 10% of the rest of the folks that know about Home At Last would get in the game, things would be a lot better. I don't have the verbal skills to describe the needs that these poor critters have and the horrors they've faced. I wish I did. I would like to feel that they could an affective voice, an advocate that was successful. Donna and I spend almost all of our time taking care of the herd and that's really OK. We know how to do it and enjoy the work. The "sitting on the curb with a cup full of pencils", not so much. Our dear friends, Helen and Ron, created a thrift and gift store dedicated to supporting Home At Last. We've won national contests and placed high in others. What I haven't been able to do is inspire a few hundred folks to make a regular monthly donation of a few dollars. It's tax deductible, 100% of every dollar goes to the critters, and without this sanctuary these animals would have died. I can't find stronger words. I can't say it with more conviction. Please think about joining this effort!

Request for Donations 2.1

2012-01-11T19:44:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Home At Last depends on donations to continue as a sanctuary. Without your support, there is simply no way for the 80 equines and assorted other rescues here to survive. Sometimes the scale of this place really sets me back a little. We feed almost 1 ton of hay a day. This is high quality horse grade hay. We feed about 100 pounds of sweet feed/Sr. equine a day. We pump 2500 to 3000 gallons of water a day for the herd. It takes diesel and gasoline to run the equipment. We haul our hay from North Chico, where it's stored in barns-around 80 miles round trip-6 to 10 tons at a time. The wear and tear, maintenance and upkeep is constant and expensive. Have you priced 10 ply tires lately? How about tractor lugs? We get no government funding. 100% of the donations go directly to the animals. There are no salaries, not one dime goes to people here. We have a vet bill, which can sky rocket, of about $1000 per month. If you add this up, it's over $100,000 a year. Our donations fall short of this amount by a bunch. The folks that donate are such angels to these critters. We Need More Angels! No Kidding! Please send along a few dollars so that we're able to keep going with this effort. PayPal is right on the blog site. Our address is Home At Last, PO Box 4129, Yankee Hill, Ca 95965. The phone here is 530-514-1439. We're a 501c3, so your gift will be tax deductible. You can sponsor a horse, or mule, or donk, or one of each. You can help with vet costs or equipment costs. You can make a huge difference. I'm going to share some of our critter's stories in the future. I hope you will see why they are here as permanent residents. We are not a rescue-no rehabbing and rehoming. Our animals are really at their last stop. There just wasn't any other options for them. They sure don't deserve to die. Help us make sure that doesn't happen! Thanks.

Colic, Laminitis, Abcesses, Summer Sores, Rain Rot...

2012-01-11T03:46:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Equines are generally pretty healthy animals. They are born, develop, mature, reproduce, age and die with very few diseases. In a natural state, they must constantly be able to keep up with the herd. Movement for grazing and water is a necessity. When we domesticated them, health issues began to become problematic. Don't get me wrong, equines suffered from diseases before we were a part of the deal, but usually, these illnesses were self limiting or fatal. Colic is the bain of horse ownership. You get to the barn or turn out and your critter is off their feed and water. They're staring at their gut, laying down and rolling-up and down, up and down. They're miserably uncomfortable. Best case is a gas bubble-can be the result of feed, weather, or ?. You take a listen to their gut and find gurgling noises and a high squeal, like rubbing your fingers on a balloon. Whew!, some walking, some bute or injectable banimine, some time, maybe a vet call and pretty soon you and the critter are back in business. OR, you take a listen and there are very few or no gut noises. That's bad! Could be an impaction, feed, dehydration, who knows? Time to call the vet-no waitin around! Could be really, really bad. A torsioned (twisted) gut, a stone, or a tumor. As the colic develops and doesn't resolve with tubed water and oil, the vet will probably discuss surgery with you. Know this, 85% of horses that have coliced will eventually die from colic.(gas colic seems to be an exception) Almost all horses that have colic surgery will colic again. You might gain some years with your animal, but it's pretty unlikely you will have seen the last of the problem. It's a hard choice and one that you as the horse's caretaker must make. Because of the high recurrence rate and our own beliefs about quality of life, we don't have colic surgeries performed. We euthanize horses that are coliced and don't respond to treatment. Laminitis is another big health concern for horse owners. You walk out and find your horse stretched out, feet way out in front, rears tucked in as far as possible. Movement is painful-on eggshells. The hoof shells are hot and a quick check with the hoof testers confirms that the feet are incredibly sore. Time to get busy! Left untreated, laminitis can and usually does result in founder-a permanent and disabling consequence. Laminitis can be caused by a ton of different things, feeding mistakes are the most common. So, what to do. Immediately get some anti-inflammatory meds going-bute or banimine. Cool the feet down. Get the critter on some soft bedding material. Call the vet. Treat this as an emergency. It is! Many horses fully recover from a bout of laminitis and go on to a full life with no recurrence. Some become chronically laminitic and will have to be euthanized. Our old friend Secretariat came to this end. Cushings disease often has laminitis as a symptom. (This disorder will get it's own blog.) Abscesses in the sole of the foot are pretty common. Horse pulls up lame, stands on the tip of the toe, and reacts strongly to a hoof tester. Most good farriers or the vet can open up the abscess, drain it, disinfect it, maybe bandage it for a bit, and it will resolve. It there's foreign matter in the wound, or a really deep infection, then it might take more. Soaking in epsom salts and warm water helps as does a course of antibiotics. The offending foreign stuff has to be removed-this would be vet time, as sedation is usually required. Summer sores are generally insect related-that would be flies. I cannot tell how much I hate flies. Protecting open wounds with fly goop and bandages is what's called for, but horses don't always make the easiest patients. Sometimes you just have to misery along until the weather gets cold enough to kill off the danged flies. Rain Rot, a dermal bacterial infection is another misery. Suprinating lumpy sores, with hair loss-Nice! We like to use Excaliber, a sheath cleaner, and Tea Tree Oil. You want to scrub this in and we don't rinse it off. Most horse's develop an immunity and see no recurrences, but it's nasty when they're dealing with it. We've only had two cases where the vet had to get involved. These horses were in terrible shape when they came here and their skin issues were adding to the problems they already faced. Occasionally, there will be outbreaks of other equine diseases, West Nile, Strangles, Equine Herpes, and the like. A regular regimen of immunizations and precautions to avoid exposure help a lot. Hope your friend never has to deal with any of this. If they do, you'll be their best hope to make good choices to get them well! Calling the vet is never a waste of money. If you have the slightest doubt about what's going on and what to do about it, call the Pro in.

Fund Raising...

2012-01-10T08:38:00.000-08:00

From Jim: I usually enjoy putting a blog together. It's a time to share and chat and, sometimes, just blabber. Not so, today. The reality of being responsible for the lives and well being of the animals here can get pretty heavy. We have the support and help of a lot of good folks, but frankly, without more, a bunch more, this sanctuary will not be sustainable and most our resident critters will die. That's a stark truth, not a vague fear. These animals came here because they were out of other options. Donna and I really don't mind the work, or the strain of stretching the budget "just a little more". We know what's at stake, if we don't. Well folks, there's only so much stretching that can be done and then it's not possible to do more. We're at that point now. It's OK-lives were saved, but for how long? You, every single one of you, can make a real difference. You'll benefit from a tax break, a sense of satisfaction and the knowledge that your care saved a critter. We'll appreciate it more that we can say. I'll write about this issue often. I hope you'll hear me.

Thoughts from Donna

2012-01-10T04:16:00.000-08:00

It's 4AM and sleep is evading me again. That's OK. The older I get the happier I am to have awake time. The days have been warm and oh so dry. We are having to manage our water carefully, as the wells are getting low. Do dishes only once a day (Oh, Shucks). Only one load of laundry daily, and a careful watering of plants. Have been trying to get the yard ready for next year's garden. Have lots of canine help when I'm digging, moving manure and putting in plants.

Lazlo is a great dog. His four broken bones, courtesy of Tawny and Tango mules, are healing nicely. He goes to the vet today for Xrays and a new cast. The first few days he was unsure that this was really his forever home. Then he got very possessive of Jim and me, not letting the other dogs have alone time with us. Now he knows he's home, he's loved and that he can share us with the others. He still looks at the cats and after the cast comes off he may need a few more lessons of Leave It.

He's a very sweet dog and we are glad he came to live with us.

Jackson the white mule and Reba are settling in nicely, though they don't have much to do with one another. In fact Jackson is part of Gumba's herd now and Gumba doesn't share. Gumba, Babe, Lacey and Jackson are in a smaller turn out where Breeze Bay and Cash had been. Breeze and Cash needed some back yard time. When I let them out Breeze ran-not just galloped- from barn to Levi at the top of the yard- four times as hard as she could run. Every time Cash tried to come out the gate Breeze would race by and Cash would get confused about which way to go. Finally, they were together and even old cash had a good romp.

Gumba is kept busy trying to keep Frankie on one side and Bo on the other away from his herd. He rounds them up and tries to keep them in the middle, but Babe wanders off one way, Lacey the other and Jackson another. They get plenty of exercise. Jake the Brabant Belgian from Animali Farms near Santa Maria (check them out and tell them we said Hi) is the first and so far only horse who talked to me in out loud words. We had gone to Animali to get two injured colts rescued from the PMU farms in Canada. We took babies we knew were at risk and who couldn't be sold because of their injuries. After the three (another story later) were in the trailer a voice said loud and clear "Don't leave without me." I turned to Jim and said "Didi you hear that?" "No" he said. Loud and clear voice said, "Take me with you." I started crying and told Jennifer someone out there is calling to me.

We went to several turnouts and finally I said, " I think it's in that one." In I went with quite a few untrained and young geldings. They bounced around me and the Jake came over and put his head on my shoulder. "Take me home, " he said. Jim got out the checkbook and Jake was ours.

Turns out one of the injured colts was his half brother. They became Jake and Elwood the red Blues Brothers. More of their stories later.Jake is still my baby, albeit a big baby- over 1500 pounds at last measurement. He still sees himself as the little boy who needed to come home. Little Sweetie Pie the Hackney Pony bosses him around. He's camera shy. You know how loud and scary camera clicks can be. He's a love and a good boy. He proved to me that animals can communicate whether or not you can see them and they can talk in many languages.

I have been doing the sanctuary taxes and we are truly blessed by the love and support you have given us through the years. Your generosity humbles us.

Next year's budget predictions ( unless hay sky rockets) are that it will cost about $89,900 to keep us going. We hope we can count on your continued support.

Thank you.

Home, at last...

2012-01-09T02:49:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We had a couple of new volunteers yesterday. Very nice ladies that have had some horse experience and want to help out with the critters. Donna usually gives any new folks the grand tour, takes a couple of hours. This gives everyone a chance to really see what they're getting into and for us to see what the interested parties would like to do and are capable of doing. Even folks that have had horses have generally not been out with herds of 20 or more of em. We want everyone to have a good and safe visit and to leave with a positive view of the sanctuary. The single most consistent remark, almost universally, is how peaceful the animals are. I suppose we're so used to the peace and quiet of this place that it doesn't occur to us how really special it is. The dynamics of the herds are the reflection of the nature of these critters. They are naturally well ordered and sociable. I think folks that don't have the day in and day out opportunities to live in close contact with a herd don't get a chance to fully know about these creatures. We've watched horses with a life time of mistreatment and abuse return to a state of mental health and natural behavior. It's not us, it's their herdmates that make it happen. They simply know what horses are and that's what they expect from the others. The scars of abuse still show, both physical and emotional, but the wounds heal. There are still those that weave and crib, show "big" eyes and sit back on their heels, are scarred and marked. They and we don't dwell on that. They're horses, donkeys, and mules, not "rescues". I think it's really important to let them move on and be what they are, not keep them living in their past. That's a real lesson for our kind, isn't it. We believe that our critters know that they're home. They know that this is where they will live out their lives. That sounds pretty anthropomorphic, assigning human thoughts and feelings to them, a mental mistake we honestly try to avoid. But our daily observations of new resident animals adapting to and melding into the sanctuary tells us it's true. One recurring question we get is, "Don't you need help with the chores?" Once in awhile it's nice to have someone feed and water for us so that we can go somewhere and not have to watch the clock. But, for the most part, chore time is much more that throwing hay and running the hose. It is time to assess the well being and behavior of our critters. It's a time to pet a nose or rub some ears or scratch a rump. It's a time for us to tap into the peace of the herd and refresh ourselves. Often, I end my blog by encouraging you to go and love on your critters. I suppose I wish for you what I have everyday!

Where ever you would go, I'll follow...

2012-01-08T05:03:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Those of us that have time around horses have occasions when we need to lead them. Halter breaking is an important skill for the horse person and to be well mannered on the lead should be part of a horse's skill set. Donna and I differ on preferred halters. She likes the flat nylon halters with buckles and won't use a lead rope with at bull snap. She likes the harness snaps with the little slide bolt. I prefer a tied rope halter. If it has a lead that's part of the rig, even better. Leads should be soft. I like cotton or really soft lay braided nylon or dacron. They should be around 3/4" around, 8' long or so, not flat, not skinny, not stiff, and never ever have a dog lead type wrist loop. When leading the coils should be folded together and held in the middle, not looped and held with the hand passing through them. The idea is that when the day comes that a horse bolts, and that day will come, you don't want to caught up in the lead and get pulled off your feet, dragged, and really hurt or worse. Horses need to learn to lead from either side. They should respect your space and pace. Waiting and turning about at gates is part of the deal. Standing and waiting, without a lot of fuss is too. At Home At Last, we want the critters to understand that they're being led and what's expected from them. Like all the rest of their schooling, it takes time and patience to get that done. We have a number of our animals that will lead on command, at liberty. They step up to your shoulder, attend, and follow. It's pretty cool. Most will lead with a piece of baling twine around their neck. A few, like good old Levi, are just a hand full. Leading a 1000 to 1400 pound animal is a serious matter. You need to pay attention. Your quiet confidence will reassure the horse. That's not the same as complacency and inattentiveness. About the time you get arrogant, the critter will return you to humility. I love the quote that says,"Your horse can only be as brave as you are". I also try not to impress them with how foolish I can be. I think they can easily be as foolish as I am. Respect for the immense power and quickness of these animals should always be included in any contact with them. They are hard wired to take to their heels without a second's hesitation. At the lead, they can overcome some, but not all, of their flight instincts. When, and again, not if, a critter blows up on the lead, Your demeanor will play a big part in the outcome. Yelling and being angry and aggressive will most likely just make things worse. Tugging and jerking on the lead rope in an attempt to overpower a frightened horse and "teach it a lesson" is a recipe for disaster. Restoring focus and attention, reassurance and confident leadership will get the animal back in hand and, then, you can reinforce want you want. I've seen folks back critters excessively, or lash out with the lead rope, as a punishment, or use lip chains and nose wires and skinny little cords to train by using pain. That is not acceptable here, shouldn't be anywhere. We want our animals thinking about us and what we want, not how much they're hurting. Using operant conditioning, pain aversion, and abusive tactics are sorry excuses for effective training. A gentle shake of the lead rope, a verbal cue, repetition of a skill behavior, patience and time, and more patience, that's the trick. Taking the time to "teach" your horse will make it a lot more fun to be around them. Know what you want and expect and teach to that outcome.

"INES" and such...

2012-01-07T09:13:00.000-08:00

From Jim: A while back a monk with nothing else to do messed around with some sweet peas or something and now we're stuck with binomial scientific nomenclature-fancy Latin names-for critters. Lineas thought we should sort stuff out and classify it. Kingdoms, and phylums and genus and species and like that. We're an "equine" sanctuary because of that. Otherwise, we'd just have horses, donkeys, hinneys, and mules. We've got some other "ines" here. There's canines, felines, bovines, and caprines-not to be confused with ovines. The thing is, this sorting business is an "us" issue. The critters just accept that they're a part of the web of life. They carry on just fine without a lot of special Latin appellations. Their DNA includes all of the primal stuff that got them here through the ages. Horses know how to be horses and how to make more horses. Left alone, they do a fine job of it. When we mess around with who gets to be sires and dams we end up with all manner of problems. Colorful Appies that go blind from uveitis, Thoroughbreds, running like lightning, on terrible hooves-Secretariat died due to chronic laminitis, giant American Belgians with legs that fail. We choose what we think is wonderful and a bunch of other stuff gets thrown in. If the web of life was like a nylon stocking, we're the snags that cause runs. Doe's that mean I'm opposed to careful breeding programs? No, but I suppose I have a different idea about what "careful" is. Our goats, caprines to the well informed Latin speakers, are Nubian/Alpine crosses and African Pygmy. They are unaware of this, as they think of themselves as people. Our calves/child-steers are from dairy stock. Somewhere, down in the depths of their chromosomes a monstrous forest primeval bull is pawing the ground. Knowing Julian and Banjo, maybe not. The point is, these critters are part of the living stuff on this planet, as we are. Being a "sapient", I guess I should think about that. We're not above all of it, just of a part of it. We have our little linking strand in a great pattern. We fool around with that at our peril. I like sharing this place and time with other living beings. I appreciate their lives as I do my own. This "being alive" thing comes with strings attached. I find that comforting.

Money Worries, Weather Worries...

2012-01-06T03:11:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We're into a new year and it's pretty clear that there will be some significant challenges facing the sanctuary. Because we believe every animal's life is precious and worthy, we are always on the ragged edge financially. If we have extra money, it means we're not saving as many critters as we could. We know from sad experiences that if not for this place, lives are cut short. Some of our residents have gotten their wings after only a few months, but they were loved and the last act of kindness our kind can give theirs was our gift to them. Our standard of care is driven by quality of life criteria that are constantly reviewed by our vet, our fellow horse lovers, and our own deeply held commitment to these wonderful creatures. It costs a lot of money. It takes a lot of time and hard work. It's not convenient or "magic pony" stuff. We need everyone who reads this blog or follows our Face Book page to step up. Small donations of 10 or 20 or 50 dollars truly make a difference. We are really concerned about holding this place together for the herd. Our outreach includes participation in local events, Home At Last Thrift and Gift Store, contests-we've won and placed in two national programs-and interaction with the media. We work very closely with Horse Plus Humane Society and Butte County Animal Control, Laura and Amazing Gracie visit rest homes, rehabilitation hospitals, and care facilities. We support and promote other rescues and sanctuaries here in Northern California and all over the United States-even some in other countries. We don't like to ask for help. It's uncomfortable for us. But, the needs of the animals are more important than our comfort. The other real issue facing us is the current drought. Without rain, soon, the wells will continue to lose production. The herd uses about 2500 gallons of water a day. Hauling in water would be possible, but really costly and time consuming. Worse still, the hay crop for next year will fail. Our hay is already up, but needs rain badly. I have already started weighing contingencies should we lose it. Again, it's possible to use cubes or pelleted feed but it would be a financial and logistic nightmare. Our animals live in herds. Trying to figure out how to feed a concentrated product and insure that everyone was getting their share is kind of mind boggling. We have 80 residents. Right now, it takes about 6 hours a day to feed and water. Bucket feeding? I don't know. So, a rain dance or three would be appreciated. I sure hope this doesn't sound like whining. It's not what was intended. We are so grateful for the great folks that support us. It's a large undertaking, this sanctuary. Your help is and always will be needed. We're not going to give in. Lives are at stake. Thanks for helping us save them.

Lacey, The Haflinger...

2012-01-04T20:34:00.000-08:00

From Jim: A few years back Lacey came to Home At Last. She had been labeled a behavior problem. Seemed she bucked every time someone tried to ride her. Experience tells those of us that have been around horses for awhile, that usually the bucking comes from something other than a bad attitude. When we got Lacey home and started to carefully observe her, it seemed she was short on her right rear and toed in about 15 degrees. Well, we thought, Aaron can trim a lot of that out and with some time all will be well. WRONG! When her right rear was lifted to be trimmed, She did not like it at all. Stifle? No, not that. Hock? Not at all. That left her hip. Dr. Darling came out to put his eyes on the problem and, sure enough, Lacey has a dysplasic hip, congenital defect, not injury. She can manage this issue by compensating her stride, but the weight of a rider causes excruciating pain. And, there's your buck! Lacey is a really neat pet. She can be a sassy-pants. I love it when she tucks her head down and shakes her head and trots off. She's a real lady on the lead and enjoys being groomed and made over. She's prone to the scours. Dr. Gary feels there's nothing really wrong, just her particular digestive system. It does mean more bathes and tail scrubbing. She accepts and enjoys this attention. We've put a rocker in the trim of her rear right hoof and pushed the toe out about 10 degrees. This has helped her stride to even up and taken some of the strain off of her hip. She hangs out with Babe, our Pony of America, Bow, the mustang, and, now, Jackson, Bow's mule friend. This little sub-herd is about diversity I guess. They make quite a parade as they amble past. Lacey is an example of how misunderstood horse behavior can be frustrating or dangerous. Defects, injuries, ill-fitting, broken, or poorly constructed tack can and will usually result in what we perceive as behavior issues. A horse person should make it a point to become a skilled observer of the animals they're with. Watching a horse "walk out" or even lounging them to observe their movement is important in gaining insights about an animal's soundness. Thoughtful palpitation and the ability to test for flexibility, range of motion, and soreness are musts. If you're not up to that, have a trusted trainer or vet take a look. Too many animals are needlessly and painfully "trained", when there's an underlying problem that will never be trained away. Lacey can't be ridden. Never will be able to be ridden. It's not a fault of her mind or personality. She has never been bred, and with her defect, never should be. She sure can be a pet. Gives it her best everyday! We love our Haffy!

Horse work, Paper work...

2012-01-04T06:01:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We're a 501c3 non-profit public charity. We're tax exempt and your donations are tax deductible. We're also a California State non-profit corporation. That's good, but means tons of paper work and very careful record keeping. Donna handles this part of the sanctuary's business. When you get your letter to document your donation for your tax return, it came from her. It was done with a lot of care. If it has an error, or doesn't show up at all, please let us know. We want you to have the tax benefit you deserve. Dr. Darling keeps very accurate records on all of our residents. They all receive at least an annual exam, often more. They are given yearly immunizations and dental care as needed. The geldings get a sheath cleaning whenever they're sedated. We check over the good Dr.'s records from time to time. Our accountant does a super job with tax filings with the Feds and State. We try to provide the best prepared information to keep the costs of this as low as possible. (Think, How many bales of hay is this?) The continuation of Home At Last is a life or death issue for our herd. They really don't have other options. That's why they're here. This time of year, Donna is up between 4 and 5AM, writing and printing letters to you and setting up records for Susie, our accountant. At six o'clock, we start getting sorted out to go feed. We want everyone of our supporters to know how very grateful we are for them. The wonderful animals that live here would tell you for themselves, if they could. We'll give em a pet for you!

House pets or Pet house?

2012-01-03T04:00:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have four cats and three dogs that live in the house, most of the time. There are enough colors to complement anything you might care to wear. The furniture is considered to be community property by all. You will not find a protected seat anywhere. Patches, who is black and white, can single-handedly leave a trail of shed fur on any garment. The dogs feel an obligation to make sure everyone has a dog at arms reach at all times. Laz, our "small" dog weighs 82 pounds. Keecha and Love are WELL over 100. They all see themselves as potential lap critters. The kittys, true to their kind, would prefer to wait for really inconvenient moments to demand attention. When I'm fixing a meal seems to be a favorite. They also like to help with word processing by stepping onto the keyboard and hitting the "enter" or "escape" keys or, with their keen technical skills, any other key which will disable the danged computer. This is done whilst purring and rubbing on your clean shirt. We have Jurassic dust brontosaurs. They consist of enough fur to create museum quality models of the largest animals to walk the earth. The critters that reside in the house also expect that meals will be catered in appropriate quantities and at the correct times. Again, these are carefully coordinated to not fit in with anything we're doing. Serve the wrong repast at your peril! It will be scattered in a finely crafted geometric pattern requiring the maximum effort to clean up. Usually it will have sufficient water drooled on it the create a super glue floor coating. Stepping on a hard kibble in stocking feet is really something not to be missed. I'm pretty allergic to animal dander. Always have been.The constant congestion that results from this close association with our house pets is simply part of the deal. I could not imagine life any other way. Our house pets, all of our critters, are part of family. The cats and dogs which share our house help to make it a home. They give us their best all of the time. Sitting in front of the wood stove, with a hot cup of tea, a warm lap kitty, and a tail wagging dog at your feet , that's what a cold winter evening is supposed to be. They know it and so do we. If you visit the sanctuary, plan on a lot of close contact with the fur bearing members of the household.

Up Beat Update!

2012-01-02T12:35:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Well, the trip to and from the airport was the trip to and from the airport-with a little fog. We really like Southwest Airlines. Their folks are so nice to work with. The TSA folks carry out their "treadmill" tasks with efficiency and politeness. Stopped for some breakfast on the way home. A little waffle shop in Oroville has reopened with around the 5th new management. It was good! I hope they make it, jobs are so important right now. Got home to find Brian and Linda getting the tractor loaded up to feed. Boy, was that ever nice. I immediately steeled myself for the hard work of a catch-up nap. It took a lot of self-discipline, but I was able to force myself to fall asleep in front of the wood stove with Laz at my feet. He's doing well with his cast and the mending process. Sure hope the "mule lesson" stuck. Pretty quick now, we'll need to get out and fill the water tanks. And then on to the evening chores, a simple dinner and back to the difficulties of being compelled to get more sleep. The holiday season is getting smaller in the rear view mirror already and that's OK. There is a season for everything under heaven and it's properly time to return to the quiet familiar life of the sanctuary.

Leavin on Jet Plane...

2012-01-02T02:18:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Today starts at around 2 AM. Beth has an early flight back to Denver and we need to be at the airport by 5:00 so she can do all the "airport check in stuff" and we won't feel rushed. Beth is such a great kid. As her Poppy, it's been both hard and wonderful to see her grow up to be the young lady she's become. She'll start high school next year. Wow! Brian and Linda will feed for us this morning. We probably could have made it home in time, but, again, now we won't feel rushed. We've laughed about soon to be "empty nest" when Brian and, then, Linda move to the state of Washington. They're a lot more than just friends to us. They're planning a wedding later in the year, to be held here, at the sanctuary, critters are invited-ties optional. Our big plans for the rest of week include no big plans. It's time to cease the endless partying and get back to work. Every year, as Donna prepares the tax letters for our donors we are simply overwhelmed by the generosity of folks. We know and appreciate the love for the animals that went along with each gift. I've had more time with the lower herd lately. What a bunch they are! Tucker, our Appy mule, and Sweety Pie, the Hackney are worth the price of admission. Then there's Jake, the Belgian, and Smoke and Stony, the Q-horses, and so on. There's 18 in this herd. For a lot of reasons, they have the largest turn out. They are generally more aggressive, more active, and younger. When they decide on a rumpus, it's a wild west show for sure. Well, enough rambling. It's time load up the truck and head on out to the airport. Take some time to get the new year started by loving on your pets. It'll make you and them happy!

Hello 2012!

2012-01-01T09:45:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Well, Happy New Year! Time for writing the wrong year on stuff for about two months. Time for mourning the passing of DOA resolutions. Time to kick the can on down the road on issues and projects that were "For Sure" gonna get done in 2011. Isn't that just the way of it? We're not really into making resolutions based on the calender. We tend to get committed to stuff as it comes up. Doesn't mean it gets done any quicker or more certainly, just puts the disappoints on a longer schedule. Losing weight is the number one resolution that folks make each year. I would do that, but it would get in the way of eating. The best thing anyone can do for themselves seems to be to quit smoking, if they're doing that. Then I guess more exercise and a healthier life style would come next. I know being peaceful and really trying to get along with others is a positive trait. For sure, loving on your pets can help with this. They're so willing to share their peace. Around here, we're believers in serving a cause beyond yourself. Finding something meaningful and worthwhile and quietly working at it is a good thing for being at peace. Being for others, random acts of anonymous kindness, sacrificing a little comfort or self-indulgence so that another creature can have the necessities, being kind and gentle as a mark of strength, these are some things that create peacefulness and a quiet mind. Getting "I" statements under control helps. Listening more helps. None of these are destinations, just part of the journey. 2012 gives us another chance to drive forward with our goals and aspirations. I hope your new year is the best one you have ever had, until 2013!

New Year's Eve!

2011-12-31T06:04:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Another year is in the books! Remarkable! The sanctuary rolls along at it's own steady pace, with rhythms and cycles that lull one into a sense of timelessness. Very often, we are not only unaware of the day of the week, we forget what month it is. Some events do impact us and remind us of the passing of time. We lost some really wonderful critters this past year-Zoe and Mac, Jonathan, Levi II, Callie, Lexi, and Tess. We met some new critters that now call Home at Last theirs-Laz and Cal, Dream, Toby, Tango, Tawney, Kitty, General, Harley, Jackson, Reba, Bucky, Bo, Sugar II, Ginger, Kim, Little Dog, Little Red, Annabelle, Teddy, Chad, Jimmy, Packy, Whitey, and Bow (AKA Gumba). Because we're here with your support and donations, these animals are alive. We added fostering homes for some of our herd. The thrift store finished it's first year in fine style. Our board elected new officers. Our wonderful supporters were there for us. Lyle put up the hay for the year. Dr. Gary Darling, our vet, and Aaron, our farrier, produced their usual miracles. Linda and Brian got engaged. Our son and his wife let us know we'd be grandparents again. These are good things. The new year will have a lot of the same sanctuary patterns. And, that's a good thing. We hope all of you and your critters will have a great new year! From time to time, this new year, we hope you will stop and appreciate that your contributions and efforts have given so many a chance at life. And, that's a very good thing! Thank you! We greet the new year with a real sense of happiness and gratitude. Your kindnesses humble us.

Laz is Home!

2011-12-30T14:38:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Laz, our newest canine family member, came home from the vet today. His right front is encased in heavy duty cast. Three pins are holding his broken metatarsals together. One didn't get a pin. He is such a good boy. Because we had only had him for two days when he got hurt, he was not happy at being left at the vets. The vet tech said he had the "oh no, not again" look on his face. He sure was happy to see us and to come to his house! He's tolerating his repair work quite well. He has a quiet disposition anyway, and with his meds and the protection the cast gives his injury, he's very happy to just sleep, get petted and be home. How they know that they're a part of the family in just a couple of days is beyond me, but there was no doubt, he knows he belongs here. Anyway, a huge thank you to Dr. Darling and his assistant. The next nine weeks should be interesting.

Let's Talk Mules!

2011-12-30T00:39:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The topic of longears keeps drawing me back. I think it's because they are such great animals. Donkeys, Hinnys, and Mules all qualify-longears/great! We have a bunch of mules here at at Home At Last. Our mini-mule is Maggie B. She's way into her 40's, has about 3 teeth, and doesn't like people very much. She's a sorrel and to touch her nose is a major coup. The fact that she survived an abandonment up in Berry Creek for several years, living feral, is amazing. We have Tawny and Tango, the "dog foot breakers". These two molleys are not trained one little bit. Can't catch or touch them. They were rescued, after being left in a field with nothing to eat and little to drink. They are beautiful and are showing signs of wanting to get to know us. With longears, this can take several years, but it's worth the wait. Once a longear makes you a friend, it's a lifetime deal. Wild Bill, a Kiger cross mule, is in with the Standardbreds. They kind of tolerate each other. Our neighbor, Art, has been hand feeding Bill and petting his nose. Again, Bill was abandoned, had no training, and no real love of people. He is coming around. There's Tucker, a beautiful Appy mule. He is one of the most charismatic animals you could ever meet. Tucker is just fun to be with! Lady Bug is in the same herd. She's a Hackney mule. She was badly mistreated and doesn't really trust people. She shows every sign of wanting to. She'll touch your hand with her nose, but is very nervous with it. Time and patience will help her. Toby is another Kiger mule. He's one cute fellow. He made up his mind to get to know us. He was rescued from a neglectful situation and, on his own, made friends with us. He's so full of it, eyes sparkling, and ears up! What a boy. Juan is our mule diplomat. He's old, way old. His hind foot was severely damaged and requires a corrective shoe. Juan is probably a Quarterhorse mule. He's a big love. He will stop feeding to come over for a pet. Likes to put his head on your chest and doze while he gets his ears and face rubbed. Jackson is white mule. He's also very people friendly and likes to get loved on. At 10, he's still a young mule. Mules live a long time-45 is not unusual. Reba is a gorgeous molley. She's a sorrel, tall and graceful, beautiful head. She's learning to trust us and gets a pet now and then. She came with a "hard to catch" label. Mules can be difficult that way. We let them learn to catch us. They are affectionate and once they find out about soft and gentle touches, they can be real pests. Molly is a tobacco brown mule. She made the transition from "hard to catch" to "stop and pet the mule". Took about 2 years. She's also probably a Q-horse mule. Mules have a reputation for being stubborn. They do have a well developed sense of self-preservation and can be very leery of new "things". If there's a doubt in their mind about the "good for the mule" issue, you're likely to have to spend some time getting past that. They do not respond well to force, punishment, or heavy-handed approaches. A careful, well thought out, and sequential training program seems to work best, with a huge dose of patience. There's not a lot of value in trying to hurry a mule. Mules are great saddle animals, sure footed and dependable. They are tough and can work longer and harder than a horse. They are, pound for pound, much stronger. They generally have good teeth and sound hooves. They are usually easy keepers. Plain old hay is the best diet for them and they shouldn't be given alfalfa or grains. They can founder of hot feed pretty easily. Mules are really smart and have incredible memories. They will not do too well with horse saddles, as their backs are donkey-like, flat and wide with almost no withers. Mule saddles often have breast collars and britchens to help keep the saddle in place. Mules like comfort and an ill fitting saddle can be real trouble. They can buck and get into a real storm at times. There's a lot of different opinions regarding head tack and bits for mules. I've always gone with the notion that less is better. Don't have a real strong opinion, but I think a Mullen or Sweet Six of the proper width, maybe with a roller, should do. Time, with a lot of patience, is the trick. Jerking on a mule's face with a harsh bit and curb chain is not going to work out real well. Once a mule has a bad experience, it's going to be a while to get them over it. Might even not be possible, if it was bad enough. To ruin a mule with stupid and ignorant training practices is sure a shame. Well, I'm likely to come back to the subject of longears again. I love them and their ways. I hope you'll get an opportunity to get to know some of em!

Equipment...

2011-12-29T09:15:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The sanctuary, with it's 80 equines, 4 goats, 2 steers, and so on, is a fair amount of work. Without the equipment we use everyday, it would probably be impossible to keep up. We use the tractor for feeding the 12 to 14 bales of a hay each day. Donna has become quite the tractor driver. The old Ford flatbed and trailer move about 6 tons of hay for every 7 days of feeding. It can haul 100 bales at a time. The fuel savings really add up by taking fewer trips to Lyle's barns. We have a little garden tractor that has stood in for the big tractor when necessary. It can only handle 2 bales at a time, but it gets the job done. We have an assortment of generators. The big diesel is the fall back when the sun and wind aren't doing it. The wind turbine has been getting a new controller and has been unavailable for the last couple of months. There's the pick-ups that serve for transportation and hauling sack feed and the occasional load of hay. They have a hard life. We cut our fire wood from the down oaks that are here. The chainsaws stay pretty busy. There are a few arc welders-one with it's own engine and weed whackers, both wheeled and hand held. There's the water pumps and systems. There's just a bunch of machines that help get the work done. They also create work. Like all equipment, maintenance and repairs are constant. When I have a day that seems sort of difficult, I think of the generations before us, that made do with their own muscles and those of the livestock they kept. Back in the day, a horsepower was just that! The harness and tack took time to care for and the convenience of "turn-key" power was only a dream. Going to town was a day long proposition and that slow ride took time away from the chores that always were waiting. I complain if traffic holds me up for 10 minutes! I can't even imagine thinking of Jake, our Belgian, as "equipment". Cutting fire wood with a handsaw-a misery whip-doesn't sound fun. The tractors and trucks are sure something to appreciate. The off-grid power system makes life better. The ability to stay ahead-just barely-of the work is a miracle! I like my equipment, most of the time.

Laz Update...

2011-12-28T19:39:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Laz had a surgical repair of his broken foot. Dr. Darling put three pins into the fractured bones so they would align properly and then put on a cast. There was enough swelling from soft tissue damage that another cast will be called for in a week or so. Mules can cause blunt force trauma! It was a real relief to get such a positive post-operative report. We'll bring Laz home on Friday if everything goes as it should. All told, this will be around a 9 week recovery-6 weeks in a cast(s) and 3 weeks in a soft splint. The splint will support his foot after the pins are removed and let him start to use his foot without too much movement. We'll probably keep him in for this process. He'll probably not like it. Oh well! The prognosis is quite good for a full recovery. There are some concerns about infection. Cast wear and tear can be an issue. Laz's tolerance for restricted activity is also a concern. Initially, pain management is also important. We'll keep you up to date on Laz's progress. We sure think a lot of this guy. He's very calm and gentle. Gary says that Laz really wants out of the vet hospital and wants to come home. We'll like that too!

A New Day! I'll take it!

2011-12-28T05:43:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Boy, Oh Boy! Yesterday was not gonna make the list of favorites for me. That said, today holds the promise of being a whole lot better. We'll check on Laz this afternoon and see how his surgery went. It'll be good to have him on the mend. I'm going for some hay a little later this morning. It's always fun to see Lyle. It'll be a generator day. It's too cloudy for the solar panels. Marcus set up the diesel generator so well that it's just not a problem anymore. We'll continue with the water management issues, but they're much more in hand. The lower herd will have to readjust to different water tanks. They're pretty smart and that won't be much of problem for them. Sweety Pie, our Hackney Pony, splashes too much water out of the big tank anyway. She loves to play in the water. Brian and Linda gave us a load of firewood for Christmas. What a great present, maybe almost perfect. Unlike a lot of presents, it's really OK to throw it in the fire. It's more than heartwarming. And we won't have to find a place for it in the Spring. Perfect! Our work here at the sanctuary is generally a peaceful and quiet undertaking. There's usually not much drama or stress. I think yesterday was disquieting and unpleasantly disorganized. Those days happen, but it's sure good to have them fade away. The high spots, in the midst of the chaos, came a few moments here and there to love the some of the critters. Aaron reset Juan's corrective shoe last evening. Juan was fine with that as long as he was getting his face and ears rubbed. Got to know Jackson, our new white mule, a little better. Quest was a pocket Appy and Cal was the Arabian version. All in all, there were some good moments, but I won't mind waiting for quite a while before there's another one like yesterday.

Good Bye Mac...

2011-12-27T13:52:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Today Mac got his wings. His connective tissue cancer had progressed to the point we could no longer control his pain. He would cry throughout the night. It was no good. He's at peace now, no more pain. As I've told you before, Mac was a good dog. He was loyal and well behaved. He had a sweet personality. He really enjoyed sleeping by the wood stove and getting petted. I will miss Mac a lot. There was no doubt that it was his time and that is comforting. See you at the rainbow bridge old boy. Laz will have some surgery tomorrow to pin the broken bones in his foot. All four of the metatarsal bones were fractured, leaving no choice but to pin a couple of them to properly align the bones so they could heal. Then a cast for 6 or so weeks. That should do it. Mules are not dog friendly. Glad they didn't kill Laz, as they easily could have. Whatever would we do without Dr. Darling? It's been a very long spell without rain and the wells are not as productive as I'd like. We're on a careful H2O management program for the time being. The herd still uses about 2500 gallons a day. Glad it's not gardening season! The sanctuary keeps us on our toes, that's for sure. I'll have to go for hay again tomorrow. Our feed bill runs around $140 a day. Donations have been hard to come by. This economy is hard on everyone. We just plug along, day at a time, getting on with caring for the critters and trying to keep our heads above water. (I said that because of the well situation) Brian and Linda are engaged! How great is that?! We hope all our friends will find peace and happiness in the new year. We are so blessed and wish that for each of you!

Monday...

2011-12-26T18:18:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Monday was filled with the usual stuff. The calves were out this morning. The were totally unimpressed with the equines of the backyard bunch. Harley and General, old rodeo horses, gave it their very best shot and the boys were good for one short run. Banjo emphasized his unwillingness to play cowboy games by staging an eat-in. Harley, confused by this resistance, gave up and joined Banjo's movement. There they were, head to head, vacuuming up hay. Julian, bawled a couple of times and went back to doing calf stuff. General went on to other things. A little while later, Julian asked to be let back into his own corral and with a call or two from me, Banjo joined him. I checked the fence. It was working, but the ground is so dry the effects are minimal. I'm not going to run a separate ground wire right now, so I guess the calves will have their way with the fence till it rains. Spent some time this morning petting critters. Quest loves to have his bottom scratched. He'll follow you around in reverse, and shift around until you are getting just the right spot. He's a funny guy! One of our new Arabians, who came labeled "hard to catch" is now hard to avoid. He fully expects to loved on anytime you're around. The new mules have both been petted. Their "hard to catch" days will soon be over too. It's hard to overstate the power of just being with these animals two or three times a day. That, and the herd's behavior, which states clearly, "this place is OK". I believe there's real value to round ring work, but I think having a strong relationship first is important. Respect and dominance are readily accepted by equines. Trust and confidence are too. We like the "T-touch" for calming leery critters. Just something about those fingertip circles that horses find relaxing. We work on name recognition, but try to keep the chatter to a minimum. A lot of verbalization is wasted on equines. They're a pretty quiet type of animal. I use my hat to shoo critters out of the way. You'd think they would get nervous about my hat when it's on my head. Nope, they figure if it's on my head, there's no shooing going on. Our critters shoo, but they are not afraid. They accept being made to move but know they won't be harmed. I'm pretty sure the new animals can tell by herd's state of mind that they're safe. We don't rush with this type of ground work. Time is on our side and hurrying just makes for unnecessary upsets. We aim for critters that want to get caught, will lead with a piece of bailing twine, and stand quietly until you ask them to move. We don't tie hard and fast and look for a ground tie when we're done. We make sure that our animals are clear on what we want. This all takes time and nothing else will do. Progress can be very slow. Patience is absolutely a requirement. With equines, emotions are contagious. Get mad and upset and your horse will believe it and be afraid and upset-doesn't make for a good student. Stay calm, quiet, focused and patient and wonderful things can and do happen. You can't "like" your way into a horse's mind, but you can become a respected teacher if you deserve it. Being around animals all of the time sure keeps you humble. It sure a good thing they're so forgiving.

And Coming Soon...A New Year!

2011-12-26T05:27:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Donna's latest blog-just below-recounts Christmas day and night, with it's ups and downs. We're now in the no-man's land, waiting for the new year, but done with the Christmas activities. Very soon we'll start leaning hard toward Spring. I know, Winter's just getting started, but Winter is something to get through, Spring is to be enjoyed! We really need rain and a bunch of it. This dry cold spell hasn't left me all giggly. The new year gets us closer to the next election. Can't come soon enough for me. It's kind of like Winter, only longer and harder to put up with. Soon it will be the season of never ending campaign commercials-Oh Goody! We are terribly concerned about the horse population, what with the inert economy and sky-rocketing hay prices. Hope folks will be able to adjust their budgets and hang on for the Spring cutting. I have been resisting getting a new battery for the tractor. It really needs one and the cold isn't helping one bit. I hate to buy batteries-no special reason for that- I just don't like it. The old battery spent the night on the charger-again. We'll see how perky it is later this morning. Might be a new battery in the new year. Terrific. All of our newest equines have settled in. The backyard bunch is a lot of fun. Wish we would have changed the fence lines a long time ago. Here, at the sanctuary, new years are a lot like weekends. They don't mean much. There will be change. That's for sure. But, for the most part, it will be the quiet routines and chores, the feeding and mending that makes up our days. They blend together like a water color. The edges are soft and gentle. We like that! Oh, and resolve to take more time to love on your horse. It'll make a better year for sure!

Christmas Day and Night

2011-12-26T03:24:00.000-08:00

Christmas morning started with a glorious sunrise. Love, Laz and Mac dogs opted to stay in by the wood stove while Keecha and I started the morning chores. The Standardbreds Promise and Charity await their Christmas breakfast. There are only four in the mini herd right now-Maggie, Sugar, Gracie and Dobbin. They all get extra feed and grain. They are the "oldies." The lower well and stock tank area is a special place. It's peaceful. I love just being part of the land here. Cricket pony came with Lucky last year. They brought strangles with them. Cricket is very old and wild. She is a real cutie, though. Tiger Lily is a Kiger mustang who lost an eye in an accident. Her owner was going to shoot her because she was "worthless." Quincy horse doesn't think so. They have been bonded since she came. Feeding and watering is a special time with the herd. We do a check up and evaluation daily of everyone. This lower herd has 17 of the more vigorous and playful ones. Only a couple are on our watch list-Tiger Lily and Cricket. Both are old and had the strangles last year. Coral Belle the tractor decided she had worked hard enough and wouldn't start so Keecha and I started walking back. Fortunately, we were in no hurry and could enjoy the views. The horses munched on their Christmas breakfasts. It's a beautiful walk. Almost to the upper road with Keecha leading the way. It's a good thing I like walking. Maggie mini mule likes to take a sunbath. The walk was long (sort of) but the views well worth it. Later we had lunch out with friends. After more than 50 years of making Holiday dinners, it was time for a treat. This will probably be a new tradition. No cooking, no mess. Great food. Great friends.

Laz went out with me when I did the afternoon watering. He is new to the ranch and does not know about mules. Before I could stop him he got into the turnout with Tawny and Tango mules. They went after him in a concerted effort, rolled him with their front hooves and stomped on his leg. We think it is broken. Will get him to the vet early this Mon AM.

Mac and Beth enjoy their time together.Beth and Mac have been buddies since they were both "pups." Laz is sleeping peacefully with a pain pill, but poor old Mac could not get comfortable at all. I have been up all night with him, hand on his back and head. Even an extra pain pill could not relieve his pain. He has cancers in is joints and getting up is almost impossible for him. He will make the trip to the vet with us, too.

Christmas day is over. As with most days there were highlights and hard times. We cherish the good and deal with the difficult as best we can.

Hope you had a happy day.

Merry Christmas...Happy Holidays!

2011-12-25T07:36:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Here's a few of my favorite pictures. Donna's will be posted later. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Welcome home Laz!

Part of the backyard bunch, from our back deck.

Sugar Pie, a hinney that really looks like a stuffed animal!

My morning greeting committee!

Two of our sweet donkeys, Jenny and Jessie.

Good dog, Mac. What a great boy!

The "catapotamus", Patches.

Close of day at the sanctuary. We wish all of you peace
and love.

Christmas Blessings

2011-12-24T05:18:00.000-08:00

The dedicated Board members who take their time and energy to help and the donors and sponsors of Home At Last are wonderful blessings. Without your love and support we could not do what we do. There are so many of you who are there when we need you. You are truly angels.
Here are some of the animals you have helped save.

Without our "angel" Dr Gary Darling and his staff Home At Last would not be successful. He is here for the good and difficult times. He helps us with our life and death issues. He is truly a blessing. Our volunteers at the sanctuary are blessings. They work hard to get done whatever needs to be done. A real blessing has been the Thrift Store in Chico. Helen, Ron, Tobi and Lucas have made the business a success in these hard economic times. They have donated over $1000.00 to the sanctuary. They continue to support us in all ways possible. Laura and Amazing Gracie

and of course, Miss Pickles, add joy, hope and love where ever they go. Linda, Brian and Hannah are blessings, too. They add so much to our lives.

Granddaughter Beth is a year round blessing. When she's here she's right in there with the critters. Give her a chance and they'd all be in the house with her. Here she is giving Hannah some special attention.

One of our special blessings is Tawnee from HorsePlus. We have had an association and friendship with them for years. They have many difficult decisions to make regarding horse care. The animal's welfare always comes first.

Smile, everyone. Since I got two horses for Christmas, and Jim did, too, we told granddaughter Beth these were her presents. She's fine with that. What could be better than two beautiful mules? Jim has Reba. I have Jackson. Let's go kids. You are truly "home at last."

Toby and Juan are part of the welcoming committee. Pretty little Reba is shy, but sweet. This is where I left Laz sleeping last night.

This is where I found him this morning. He'll sure miss Beth when she leaves.
Happy Holidays to all from the Home At Last herd.

Home for the Holidays...

2011-12-24T02:26:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have a "new" dog at Home At Last. His name is Lazarus-We'll call him "Laz". He's a four year old Bernese Mountain dog. We got him from the SPCA shelter in Oroville. Boy, are those ever some nice folks! This guy was surrendered by his family mid-month and really needed a home. That would be us. We had lost Zoe, our Border Colly cross, earlier this month and it seemed fitting to celebrate her life with a rescue. We're dog people, as well as cat, horse, mule, donkey, goat, chicken, guinea, people. You get the idea. We love animals. Laz is still pretty shocky and will need a few weeks to settle in completely. The other dogs are really OK with this new guy and the cats are as OK as they ever are with dogs-Clods in cat language. Around here, the holidays are an extension of an ongoing daily festival of life. The vibrancy and energy of the sanctuary is driven by the critters' presence. We go along for the ride. I tried to imagine what it would be like for Laz. His world just plain fell apart. Nothing he could do about it and certainly not his fault. He simply found himself at an institution one fine day with no way to know what would happen next and his "support system" gone. Alone, in a cage, with caregivers to feed him, get him some exercise, and offer a pet or two-but not "his" people. Left to sleep in cage and listen to and smell the scents of other frightened animals. Now, don't get me wrong-these are the lucky ones. They're not abandoned on the streets, homeless and uncared for, but it still must be stressful and difficult for them. Well, anyway, Donna saw his picture on the net, said he called to her, and that was that. When she and Beth and Margaret went to "look", I said, "Sure, you're just going to look. Heard that before". Love my wife and her kind heart. Laz has a "kennel cough". The vet at SPCA had started a course of treatment which we'll continue. At the next ranch call, Dr. Darling will do an intake exam and get the records we were given. In short order, Laz will tell us who he is and what his part of our family he'll fill. We already know he'll be the absolute best dog he knows how to be. Critters do that. Wish people would. Laz has a "chip" implanted. That's a good idea and I encourage pet owners to make this small investment in their animal's security. Our holidays will also see two new mules find their way into the herd. Jackson and Reba came from Horse Plus after not finding an adoptive home. Dang it, these are really nice mules and the economy hammered em. Here's a real Christmas story for you. A while back we brought Bow (AKA, Gumba) to the sanctuary. His owners' health simply could no longer allow for horse care. They have been really good friends and taking Bow was never a question. Well, the mules arrive and are put into the backyard bunch. It never occured to us that Jackson had been in a neighboring turnout next to Bow. Should have, just didn't. Jackson had been rescued from the same area where Bow lived. That was OK, because they sure remembered. After months of separation, these two guys stood with their heads on each other's backs, elated in their reunion and picking up where they left off with their friendship-mule and Mustang, pals! How's that for a holiday moment. Home At Last has story after story that makes us feel so humble and quietly happy. Merry Christmas to all of our dear friends and their critters!

Arabians...A few thoughts...

2011-12-23T05:41:00.000-08:00

From Jim: When Donna and I were young, Arabians were pretty exotic critters. We were never in a financial position to even consider having one. We both went to Cal Poly, Pomona-home of the Kellogg Arabian herd. We enjoyed being around these great horses as part of the campus experience. I parked out by the the filly pasture and shared treats with the little ones. Times have sure changed and for horses, not for the best. We have a number of Arabians here at Home At Last. They represent many equestrian disciplines-Arabians are adaptable and do well at most everything. Because of their fine features and compact stature, some think of them as fragile. They are tough. They do well at endurance events, can be gifted at cutting, reliable as trail horses, excel at dressage and eventing, and so on. We've had many folks express a concern that Arabians are "high strung" or hot blooded/nervous/jumpy. We find them to be sensitive and responsive. They are willing learners and people oriented. We call them pocket Arabs-they'd get in your pocket if they could. It requires a quiet and gentle hand and non-reactive manner to get on well with these critters. Fire up on them and they'll match you every time. Stay calm and easy and they fall right into line with that. There's a lot of 1/2 Arabians out there. They cross well with most breeds. We've really appreciated our Quarabs, Pony of America, and Anglo-Arabs. The Arabian generally has great feet and teeth, a short strong back, well formed legs, a refined head, well set on a beautiful neck. They carry their tail up when traveling beyond a walk. We say they seem to just float! They are amazingly robust. They often live well into their 30's, even 40's. They don't do well on hot feed. Alfalfa is seriously suspected of creating gut stones in Arabians. They get by very well on a grass or grain hays. They are usually "easy keepers". I hope you'll get to know an Arabian or two, especially if you've had concerns about their disposition. They are a wonderful breed which produces great individual animals-Kind of like all the other breeds!

Calves? Steers? Pets!

2011-12-22T05:25:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have two "calves" at Home At Last, Banjo and Julian. They came here as day old dropped bull calves from the dairy industry. They had been taken from their mothers-no food, wet, tiny and left to die at an auction. Tawnee's friend saved them, along with their cohorts. There's about an 85% mortality rate with these babies. They don't get any colostrum and are generally suffering from exposure and stress. We took four babies-two died. Very tough to take. Well, anyway, the intent was that Donna and Beth would learn that bovines don't make good pets, are ornery, and not very bright. Boy, was I wrong on every count. Dairy cattle are genetically selected to be gentle. That makes sense. The fact is, domestic cattle are, like their wild cousins, really pretty smart and cagey. Lastly, bottle feeding them and loving on them daily results in "pettifying" them. They are now at 1000 pounds and still babies! Julian insists that he give you kisses-lots of kisses! Banjo will lay down, put his head on your foot and go to sleep. He enjoys a good back rub and likes his beautiful face petted. We've enjoyed them a lot! When we have visitors at the sanctuary, they are usually amazed at the "little boys". They're not what you expect from "big, dumb, mean cattle". They will live out their lives here. Dr. Darling says that should around 25 years or so. They're two now and will grow for another year or two. They absolutely expect to be loved and treated will gentleness and kindness. You lead them by letting them follow you. A bucket of grain can create a serious pushing and shoving situation-not really a good idea. They have eyes and eyelashes that are gorgeous. Banjo and Julian are pets. They know it and think everyone else knows it too. I can't imagine ever eating them, Ever. The horses don't give them a second look. The newer members of the herd really don't give them a thought after a day or two. The boys don't see anything impressive about "horses". It's been fun to have them here! We love them and they, as their kind understands it, love us back. If you ever visit here, they'll want a pet and Julian will have to give you a kiss or ten!

Day is Done...

2011-12-21T16:17:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Evening chores are done-feeding and watering and dinner is ready to go. I do the cooking and menu planning because I enjoy it and Donna doesn't. Got enough firewood cut and split for the next few days. We have a lot of downed oaks that are well seasoned-just need cut. The fallen tree I was working on today is in the lower pasture and I got to visit with that herd. There's seventeen members, two mules, thirteen horses, a pony and a miniature. They're great! Many of the horses are Quarterhorses or Quarabs, with a draft and two draft crosses to boot. This makes for a very mellow tone. Leeso is a tri-colored paint with one blue eye. He's a really sweet colt, with a mixed up paint job. (I generally think of Paints as Quarterhorses with poor paint jobs.) Anyway, it was nice to have some time with the lower herd. We had a great visit from Laura and Jeanette. They brought homemade goodies. I'm always up for that. Our tropical December continues, but has been cold enough in the morning to kill the flies. Hurray! They all deserve to die! The pond is full and has blossomed with a thick covering of algae with the warm days. Looks swampy. Nice day today! We get a lot of those around here. Take the time to love on your critters. It's a good use of time!

Busy Day...

2011-12-21T06:31:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Yesterday was a silly-busy day. Donna and Beth headed one way and I went another as soon as the chores were done. We started early because Beth had a nine o'clock appointment to get her teeth cleaned. They were then on to errands and a visit with my mom-Beth's great grandmother. I-ta dah!- went to get hay. Took the flatbed and trailer and picked up 100 bales! The old Ford just gets it done. Without Lyle and his skill in growing great hay, the sanctuary wouldn't be possible. Moving a full truck and trailer load is a serious undertaking-weighs about 15,000 pounds (bales are 150 pounds) , 20,000 if you count the rig. We met back at the ranch around noon and loaded up in Donna's truck for a trip to Chico. Had a bite to eat and stopped by the thrift store to drop off some donations and let Beth do some shopping. Helen and Ron only put the very best things in the store and there really are some treasures! That done, we were on to grocery shopping. The store was crowded, but the season put on it's cheery face and people were happy and polite. Wish that would stick the whole year. Got home and it was time for evening chores. Beth handled the unloading and putting away chores with the groceries and we fed and watered. The herd was it's usual grateful self-Why isn't there more and what took you so long? Toby, a very cute mule, needed to push an uneaten morning flake out of his way to get to the "newer and better" evening flake. We like to have hay in front of our babies all of the time. This, in their minds, in no way mitigates for any late chore starts. Then, fixed dinner-Tortellini and a lovely Cabernet, read for a little while and off to bed. Today should have a more sane agenda and pace. We need rain, but this fair and glorious weather has sure been nice. Only the hardiest flies have survived and there's no mud! Wowsers, that can't last! Try to find time to love on your pets today. It's their favorite time of the day and could be yours!

Home for the Holidays...

2011-12-20T05:00:00.000-08:00

From Jim: A lot of our brave soldiers will be home from the now ended formal war in Iraq. They will see their loved ones and, I hope, be greeted by a grateful nation. Because our modern military is "all volunteer" and most of us are completely insulated from the realities of armed conflict and the real sacrifices of war, it's easy to overlook the price our armed forces and their families have paid. It doesn't matter whether you agreed with the political decisions regarding this war, the individual soldier's service was honorable and noble. They have served our nation with the same selflessness and courage that they always have. Our wounded will bear the scars. The psychological impact of combat will linger. The time away from family is irreplaceable. So many of the troops have multiple deployments-this thing went on for 9 years. We're still in a war in Afghanistan. Some, if not most of our warriors will soon be sent for their rotations to that theater. But for now, many will be home for the holidays. I hope that theirs is the very best! I hope we will all have an opportunity to quietly thank an individual soldier for their service. I try to respect their privacy and space, but, when I see a member of our military, I, in a soft voice, thank them. I try to remind myself, daily, that our young men and women are in harm's way-daily. I'm deeply and truly happy that so many can be home this year, even for a little while. They are the best!

Monday, Another Sanctuary Day...

2011-12-19T03:26:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Well, yesterday turned out to be a major fence building effort. The backyard bunch has really trashed the fence behind the house and it was getting dangerous. They love to walk down "no climb" fencing. Why climb what you can crush? There was also the need to improve the gates that get constant use. The walking gate that Donna had wanted for so long got done and the gate used to water from the upper well is finally a real gate, not a stock panel excuse for one. I'm going to hot wire this fence. That means an occasional yelp from my dear wife. She gets into the electric fences pretty often. The donkeys' yard got expanded. They were in awe of all the left-behind hay and the more strategic view of the backyard. Knowing them, we'll hear them and see their longears more clearly at feeding time. That is will be a pleasure! If you haven't had a donkey or three, you're missing out on a great experience. We love our donks. Today will be spent finishing up the newest fence-I think this 52316.1 or something. The calves were out with the backyard bunch for the day, but stood by their gate at feeding time, ready to go home. They're in with Kim-a TWH- and his Arabian mares. Maybe they've decided the "better class" of critter suits them. Julian and Banjo are funny boys. Donna's big old leopard Appy will try to rub his rump on the new fence and discover the hot wire. He'll probably be mad for a week. He has one of the worst tempers I've seen. Never gets mean, just pouts and turns his back on everyone for days. Yep, it will be another sanctuary day. We never take them for granted-they're that special. Hope your Monday will be filled with wonderful stuff too! Oh, and add in some time to go love on your horse. You'll both enjoy it!

Good Dog Mac...

2011-12-18T18:13:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This evening, like most, Mac is on his bed in front of Donna's chair. He's had his dinner and his PM pain pill. He'll expect a pet and and the touch of a foot or hand. Mac is 14 years old, ancient for a Rottie, and has an insidious cancer that has filled him with tumors. He's able to be comfortable, but it's a battle to get his pain meds just right. He's a good dog. He has been a faithful friend and protector. His love of his family has been everything to him. We can almost not stand to nearing end. So, what are the lessons that Mac has brought us? Well, first love and loyalty are really important. And, then, the abiding devotion that comes with really caring about your family-those that you see as yours. Mac has asked only that we love him. He has been kind and gentle and sweet. Whenever we eat, Mac is always willing to share, no matter what the the fare or portions. If it's on our plate, then it's good enough for Mac. He doesn't trust Donna very much-won't let her out of his sight. When Donna goes to bed, Mac also retires. When she is out and about, Mac is on the porch waiting-no staying in the house for him. Dr. Darling has told us that anytime now will be Mac's time. We have said, "Well, Beth is coming for Christmas, we'll wait till her visit is over". We said that this summer, too. Mac is a treasure. He tells us how very, very precious life is. He tells us to hold onto the moments we have together. He is a good dog. If you've had the wonderful gift of knowing a good dog, then you know what I'm saying here. We'll let you know about Mac as time goes on, but it will be hard to do. So, go love on your pets. Hug them and groom them and scratch their favorite spots. Tell them-heart to heart-how much they mean to you. They ask for so little-a gentle pat, a treat sneaked under the table, a walk together, a soft word. They give you all they have, everyday, without question. They share their lessons about how to live. They are treasures.

Seasonal Thoughts...

2011-12-17T07:14:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Christmas is just around the corner and, after that, a new year will begin-resolutions and all that. Looking back, this has been quite a ride. Our herd has grown a bunch. Times are so hard for folks and their critters right now. We lost some wonderful animals in the past twelve months. It's part of a rescue/sanctuary cycle, but we never get used to it and always feel the loss of our babies. We've made some great new friends, kept some really super long time compadres and enjoyed seeing our Brian find a wonderful lady and get ready to move on with his life-How neat is that? Gracie is now actively sharing her love and peace with others that can really use it. Laura has amazed us with her drive and hard work. The thrift shop, with almost unbelievable hard work from Ron and Helen, is rolling along. This, in spite of the rotten economy. Dr. Darling, our vet. and Aaron, our farrier, have pulled off their usual miracles. Jesse and Malorie work so hard when they're here. We seem to be blessed more than we could ever have imagined. The kindness that others share with our sanctuary is humbling. The folks that have taken on the chore of rescuing and caring for our fellow creatures are a part of us now. We are privileged to be counted in their numbers. We will celebrate life. Our gifts are under the trees, grazing and horsing and living. They are in our hearts and touch our souls. We're carried along, throughout the year, with the enrichment that doesn't check out the Dow-Jones or prime rate. Hay prices mean a lot more to us than gold prices. We wish all of you the very best for the holidays and for the new year to come. Try to resolve to love on your critters everyday. You'll both enjoy it and it'll make for a better year-guaranteed!

New Kids on the Block...

2011-12-16T09:37:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The backyard bunch has grown by four new members. It's always fun to watch the herd reshuffle the deck when there's a change. Best friends make sure that their status is known. Geldings protect "their" mares. Mares make it clear that they're "not interested", even if they instantly come into heat. There is a fair amount of cronking and squealing. There is almost never any violence. A mare kick or two, which almost never hits anyone and an occasional chase and bite-that's about it. The herd folds in the newest members and life goes on. The arrival of pairs really helps. The new guys have each other and can hold onto to that as their circle of herdmates grows. Love to watch the arched necks and nose touches, with the grunts and squeals and front foot stomps. If you watch closely, you can see the pressure/release dominance process. Who moves who is a very significant issue to equines. Rank order is assumed, just needs to be established. Every once in while, we have to adjust the herd assignments we make. Some critters are really aggressive and others way to passive for the bunch we place them with. It's sure nice to have enough herd groupings to be able to find a good fit. Here lately, our newcomers have been older horses and they are very happy to simply get along. Abundant feed is another help in easing in additions to the herd. There's always more than enough, spread out enough, that everyone can find some hay without too much pushing and shoving. That still happens, but it's not about eating. It's about dominance and ends pretty quickly if there's adequate room and plenty to eat. We find it takes around two days for the integration of added horses to be completed. Once this happens, the herd has reformed and it's members are clear on where they belong. Take on out for care or training or, once in awhile, a ride, and you'll hear about it from the rest. There's always a grand reunion. We've seen six or seven greeters need to put their noses on the returning critter. It is a real privilege to be able to watch these wonderful animals behave in the way they were intended to live. Of, and go love on your horse! They think you're a herdmate and kind of expect it. You'll both enjoy it!

Big Bad Virus or Malware attack!...

2011-12-15T10:08:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Well our facebook page is trashed and will more skill to fix than we have. Can't figure out what the attraction is to the hackers and vandals-must be techno-graffiti of something. Maybe their mommies didn't hug them enough. Anyway, It's a nuisance, not a disaster. The sanctuary is getting all ready for the holidays. Our gifts to one another were new residents, all of whom were out of options and facing euthanasia. We'll find a way to keep them alive and well and, of course, keep a close eye on their quality of life. If there's a way to send along a donation, no matter how small, we'd sure appreciate it. Gracie visited another care facility and the patients truly enjoyed it. Laura and her entourage of faithful volunteers have given the community a gift of joy and happiness wrapped up like a little miniature horse. We hope this program will grow and reach many folks who are facing long recoveries from illness and injuries. There are also those that are coming to the end of life that can have the peace that Gracie can share. Gas money would be welcome as moving a truck and trailer around is costly, but well worth it. Hope we can get facebook going again pretty soon. Oh, and go love on your horse, you'll both enjoy it!

The Hard Truth About Money...

2011-12-12T09:02:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Saw a news item this morning. A family has put up enough Christmas lights to create a $12,500 electric bill for the month. I'll grant you, it's pretty spectacular. Because our sanctuary struggles to keep enough feed for the critters and we're always behind on the vet bill and our household budget is always good for a laugh, I guess I don't see a real point to that kind of extravagance. I tend to think of what kind of good could be done with that money? What impact could be made? And, of course, that's simply a very small example of how we, as a society, fritter away our resources. Do people have every right to spend their money as they please? Absolutely! Do I have the right to make judgements about their choices? You bet! I'll go to a school board meeting today. We'll do the very best we can to use every single taxpayer's dollar to further the kid's education. There will be no conspicuous consumption, not a single nod to style, none of the "status symbol" stuff. Well, that might be expected, we're a public entity. How about the corporate excesses that drain our society's wealth into a culture of greed and misbehavior? We can surely see the ill effects of such avarice all around us. The celebration of a frenzy of buying and shopping and consuming as a measure of the success of the holidays is wrong-headed. If money is not doing good, taking care of real needs, creating a world of opportunity and well-being, I think it's pretty worthless. You can't eat it or drink it. It's not a useful building material. You can't take it with you. If you're on the proverbial "deserted island", it's not one of the ten things you want to have. No, money is stored up labor. It can be used to stem the social entropy which is always waiting to envelop us. Am I anti-capitalist? I don't think so, but I sure think those that currently define themselves as capitalists have lost their way. To gather money, for it's own sake, is just plain wrong. To acquire resources to do good -now that's the ticket! But then, we would have to really get down to what Christmas is supposed to be about, and that's not a spectacular lighting event. It would be about love and kindness and sharing and humility. Nope, we can't do that. Can we?

A Mule Named Juan...

2011-12-11T20:52:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We have a number of mules at Home At Last. Our most senior mule is Juan. He came to us with an incredibly severe injury. The flexor tendon had torn off of the coffin bone in his left rear foot. Unable to turn his foot over, Juan walked on the face of his hoof. Our vet felt, based on the amount of unworn growth of the hoof shell, that this had been the case for over two years. Without the sole of the foot coming into contact with the ground, there was no way for the suspension of his leg to work. The entire load was carried by the remaining flexor tendon. When it finally failed, as it surely would, Juan would be unable to use his leg and would have to be euthanized. There wasn't a ready correction for this condition. We had some radiographes taken. Dr. Darling, Aaron-our farrier-and I studied the problem and agreed to try a very experimental shoe. It would have a large spoon-like rocker extending well past the toe and caulks to prevent over-stressing the contracted ligaments and tendons. These caulks would be slowly shortened over time to allow things to stretch out and begin to work again. There was a chance the joints had fused and that would be the ball game. Using the X-rays for a reference, Juan's foot was trimmed to a more normal shape and length and the shoe was nailed on. To help with the discomfort of the process, Juan was given some bute for the next days. Slowly, the spoon/rocker levered the foot towards the sole down position. The protective caulks stopped dangerous over stretching. Juan could once again move on the suspension his leg needed. After several months, we tried Juan without the special shoe. Without the mechanical help of the rocker, his foot simply couldn't turn over. A new shoe was fabricated which provided the needed assist, but was less intrusive to Juan's stride. He is now quite comfortable, very mobile, can move forward in all gaits-even a run, and is a happy guy. Juan is also a big lover. He fully expects to be petted at every opportunity. He likes to rest his head against your chest and have his beautiful face rubbed. Juan is a beloved member of the sanctuary. He greets our visitors and, for many, is the first mule they've ever known. He's a wonderful ambassador for us and for his kind. I start most every morning with some time with Juan. We really love this old guy a lot!

Midnight Musings

2011-12-11T00:55:00.000-08:00

It's almost 1AM and sleep is elusive. I knew it was time to get up and do something when my intended sleep inducer was to try to figure out what I would have named 8 children if I had had that many. We have one great son and that name was easy.

The past week was an emotionally tough one. Lovable Jonathan Donkey's death was expected as he was in his 40's. He had a difficult life. His neck was broken and a leg deformed because he was used as a roping donkey. He was roped, pulled off his feet and drug around. He toddled around unable to lift his head. His hee haw was more of a wheeze haw. He learned to trust us, to love his grain treats morning and night and knew when he got down we would be there to help him up. His belly was big, but his hips were thin. He was on old man. He let us know it was time to get his wings.

On his last day we had to stand him up, but instead of rallying as he usually did, that day he wobbled, refused to eat and drink and breathed heavily. He told us every way he could that the cold wet days of winter would be too much for him.

We mourned the loss of a great soul, but we had been watching him carefully, not wanting to wait too long. We didn't want him to suffer. We knew he was relieved when the time came.

We were not prepared for the death of our vivacious, happy and very girly girl Zoe dog this morning.

She was one of the greeters for all visitors. She was a Border Collie mix. She loved to ride on the bales of hay while I fed. She loved to eat. Mostly she loved to tell folks she needed extra hugs and pets. (And she got them). She had never run through the gate to the highway. She did this morning and was killed on the road. She was only 6 years old and her death is a shock. Yesterday she and I had had a special love-in. She was told how beautiful, sweet and silly she was. She snuggled up to me and agreed with everything I said.

From now on I will make sure that every animal is told every day how loved and appreciated they are. If another one dies unexpectedly, at least I'll feel a little better for having told them. That should go for the people we love, too.

I will also, write down the names of the other 7 children I might have had, but didn't so it won't keep me awake trying to remember what I had decided.

Last week had a real joy, too. Laura and Amazing Gracie the miniature horse made a visit to a nursing home. There was local TV coverage and the residents loved having their special visitors. Gracie and Laura were asked to come back monthly . Gracie had been mistreated in the past and had to get used to being touched. Laura said that Gracie did not flinch or pull away when eager hands wanted to pet her. If Gracie got a little nervous, she just leaned against Laura, but did not move. She enjoyed her role as our equine ambassador. Her pal Sugar, the mini hinny missed her terribly, but they had a good talk when Gracie came back.

We have a FaceBook page under Donna Kyle. You may want to check it out.

As always we are in great need of donations. Our vet bill is over $1000.00 again. Feed prices are going up. Thank you for thinking of the animals at Home At Last.

The moon is so bright that all the animals in the yard are vivid. It is absolutely beautiful outside. The horses are grazing. Mac dog is inside asleep in his therapeutic bed and Love and Keecha are sleeping in their houses. The guineas and chickens are quiet for now. The cats are snuggled in. The goats are too.

Jim is asleep and I'm going to drink some green tea for my scratchy throat. Later today I'll try to fix all the holes in the fences. I'll call family and friends, or email them or write them a letter to tell them they are beloved and cherished. I will try to enjoy each day to the fullest-leaving behind stress, unhappiness and bitterness.

GoatyGoats...

2011-12-09T07:00:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Home At Last has four resident goats. They're all whithers. Male goats, like dropped calves, are considered a by-product of the dairy business. They are either sold to be used for meat or just thrown away. Three of boys were from a bunch of 50 day olds that Tawnee saved. When they came here they weighed 2 1/2 pounds. They were very tiny. We lost three of the original eight. They just have a tough time of it without any colostrum, exposure, and a fragile metabolism. About half of the 50 that were saved died. Very hard to take. Our baby boys stayed in the living room in a donated playpen. They were bottle fed every 2 hours and held on laps, wrapped in blankets while they slept. They are "imprinted", bonded, attached, convinced they're people, and so on. We had them neutered early on. Dr. Darling prefers surgical castration with proper anesthesia to elasticators, way less chance of complications. They were joined by Poe, who was orphaned during a mountain lion attack. Our boys are Nubian/Alpine crosses. Poe is an African Pygmy. We elected to leave the horns on our guys. They are so pretty! They look like mountain goats. Their pen has large rocks and a dirt berm for them to climb. The goaty games are fun to watch-king of hill seems to be the most popular, although chase everyone off the food is a close second! Our goats are truly pets. They are intelligent, loving, and fun. They learn quickly, know their names, and understand "NO". The latter is nice when they want include you in their games. Goaty games are for goats-not two leggeds. One of the most endearing behaviors they have is to ask that you hold their sweet faces in your hands so that they can look right into your eyes. They couldn't be clearer in their expression of affection. We love our goats!

Sanctuary? We deliver...

2011-12-08T18:44:00.000-08:00

From Jim: You know the velvet softness of a horse's muzzle and the gentle tranquillity of their peaceful eyes. You know the smell of a horse, the pleasant sensation of petting their neck and shoulders. Now, imagine that you find yourself in a long term recovery from an illness or accident. You're in a hospital room. Maybe you can't even get outside into the sunshine. You're sure not getting any barn time. So, now what? Well, around here, Gracie will show up and be your horse for awhile. Gracie is a miniature. She's white with blue-blue eyes. She's a little girl, around 225 pounds and under 30 inches tall, maybe 61/2 or 7 hands. Our great volunteer, Laura, is her escort and booking agent. Transport? Compliments of some of our supporters. Because Gracie is a certified service animal, access to see you is usually not an issue. Here at Home At Last, we think sanctuary is a state of mind. The place you find it is negotiable. That old notion that the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man or woman has got to be even more true for those that are struggling to regain their health. What's really amazing about Gracie is that she was abused before being rescued. She now comforts two leggeds. She is an example of what real forgiveness means. Gracie, like so many of our critters, has lessons to teach our kind. Hope we can learn them. Oh, and go love on your horse! You'll both enjoy it. There's probably a lot to learn from that rascal!

Greet the Day...

2011-12-07T09:31:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Every morning, we are given a new day. The critters here know that they'll see the "food horse" and spend their hours being what they were made to be. The sanctuary's deep sense of peace and security is because our resident animals give that to this piece of ground. They go about their lives without resentment or hostility or fear. They show us how to live. When it all seems a little much and starts to weigh me down, I consider what they've faced and how they engage the new opportunities of another day. We are often asked how we handle the anger we have over what's been done to these wonderful creatures. Truth is, we don't have time or energy for anger. The notion of vengeance or retribution is just not part of the sanctuary state of mind. We support those who are charged with that responsibility, law enforcement, animal control, humane officers, and so on. We take a strong stand against inhumane treatment of animals-horse slaughter or all-kill animals shelters, or the veal industry and so on. We don't dwell on those issues as they can sap our energy and we need all we have to care for the herd. When we have visitors we insist that they respect the peace and quiet of this place. We insist that we do the same. Gentleness and kindness and a loving way are the expected behaviors around here. It's a pretty good way to live. Oh! and go love on your horse. You'll both enjoy it.

Sunday-Gone Already

2011-12-04T20:50:00.000-08:00

Aaron, our beloved farrier and part time mechanic, was here early this morning to help with the flatbed.

I just love a big bottom on a horse and Packy sure has one.

He has the softest eyes.

Here's the whole big boy.

Toby is a very special mule. When he arrived with Tawny and Tango mules they were a wild trio. They had not been handled and did not like people at all. One day Toby worked his way into the turnout with Maggie, Sugar and the donkeys. From there he let himself into the backyard where he decided he wanted to be a pet. He was cautious at first, but now he is a BIG love. In fact, he is one of the first to greet folks who come to visit. We did not do anything but be available when he wanted attention.

We think his mother must have been a Kiger mustang because of his markings. He has a stripe down his back, on his shoulders and on his legs.

Toby could use a sponsor. Could you spare even $10.00 a month for this special boy?

Look at the stripes on his legs!!!! Isn't Chad a beauty? He was a therapy horse who was ready to retire. He was with the backyard herd, but very poor teeth means he needs lots of supplemental food so we moved him. He is in a stall for morning and night feedings, but spends the day with his friends. He knows when I feed Star, Dancer and Dunny in their stall (yes, they share one big stall), he comes down to his stall. He gets closed in so he doesn't have to share. He is dappled and fuzzy.

If the camera is out, then Dunny is in. He loves people and he's a photo ham. He lives with Chad, Star and Dancing Drum. Dunny loves to play and is a funny horse. His mother foundered while she was pregnant with him and he has juvenile cataracts as a result.

Meet Whitey. She's a wonderful girl. She pins her ears when you approach, but it's not mean, just her way to protect herself. She loves pets and scratches and we love having her at Home At Last.
We receive many calls a week to take or help place horses. The need is tremendous. If you can give a home to a needy critter, please, do so. These wonderful animals deserve to have a safe, caring retirement. If you are not able to do that, then please, choose a rescue or sanctuary and help however you can. A little time, some kind words, a little money-all will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you to Helen and Ron for their hard work at the Thrift Store.

Have you seen our website at http:homeatlastsanctuary.webs.com ?

Last thought of the night. Did you know rabbits are considered an exotic animal by most vets who will not treat them?

Bucky, A remarkable pony...

2011-12-03T05:41:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Bucky is a pretty special guy. He came to us by way of Horse +. Tawnee rescued him and had his terribly clubbed right front operated on. His left front is no picture of perfection either. Aaron, our miracle worker farrier has worked with and around Bucky's mal-formed front feet, kept him comfortable, and fully operational. Bucky cuts loose and gallops with the best of them. This wonderful little guy buddies up with everyone in the backyard bunch. One day he's a "Thoroughbred", proudly sharing food with Teddie, who stands 17-2. Bucky reaches hard for 12 hands. The next time you look, our little guy is a longears, hangin out with Jaun or Tobie. He'll romance Rosie, the Kiger, or Whitey, a big paint mare. The point is, Bucky just likes his herdmates and gets along with all of them. He doesn't like people very much. He was treated very harshly before his rescue. When we catch him up to work on his feet or get him his inoculations, he's well mannered, but unhappy. Bucky likes his freedom. He'll take a treat or two from your hand or stand by the tank you're filling waiting for a drink, but doesn't want hands on him. Well, you know, that's OK. He's the best pony he knows how to be and gives it his best shot every single day. His foot issues are not the focus of his life. Life is. We love Bucky for his courage and resilience. We laugh at his great personality and friendly ways with the herd. We often say "Wonder what Bucky is today? Horse? Mule? ???". Bucky is a living lesson on how to deal with adversity and get on with it. We owe him for that. Think about the lessons your horse has for you. And go love on your horse! You'll both enjoy it!

The fine golden thread...

2011-12-02T05:02:00.000-08:00

From Jim: There's an old fable about the "fine golden thread" that holds us in this life. Not much keeping us here. An accident, an illness, time, or ?, and we're gone from this world. Same is true of our critters. You would think the stark truth of this would have a powerful effect on the conduct of our lives. Our kind, however, has mastered the art of self-deception. It may happen to others, but it won't be me! Our critters, on the other hand, live everyday being the absolute best they can and know how to be. I really believe that. Our horses, donkeys, and mules put everything they have into each day. The dogs and cats don't waste a minute with unnecessary drama or self pity. The chickens and guineas celebrate just about anything. Our goats and calves frolic and rest and embrace life with a gentle peace. When you think about how the world would be if our kind could learn these lessons it's pretty humbling. We two-leggeds just don't appreciate the wonderful gift of life enough. We waste minutes and hours, days and weeks, years and years with foolish worries, petty jealousies, avarice and envy, hate and war. We compete when cooperation would do so much more. We look for status through our possessions, when our days are so few. We forget the thin golden thread that binds us here. We forget that our loved ones, our families and friends are held with the same fragile fiber. Today to the day you have-give it all that you can. And, go love on your horse, you'll both enjoy it!

Holiday Wish List Part 1

2011-12-01T06:43:00.001-08:00

All the animals would like to be sponsored. Even $10 a month would help a lot. They especially need help in paying for their vaccinations. Last year it was over $1500 to get their shots.

Amazing Gracie would like a van or small trailer to help her get to the nursing homes and hospitals to visit her friends there.

Jennie and Jessie would like some fence panels to keep Tango from coming through the fence to eat their grain.

Love would like the mice to come to her so she wouldn't have to hunt for themFrankie and his herd-Moon Dancer, Jimmy and AnnaBelle would like a large stock tank for water. Bucky the clubbed footed pony would like 2 or 3 large watering troughs of at least 50-100 gallons. The goats love treat of all sorts, but they especially love to be loved. They would like to have volunteers who will spend time with them.Jim and I wish for love, peace, happiness for all our friends and family.

Life cycle of equines...

2011-11-30T10:03:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Equines are herd/prey herbivores. The evolutionary processes which shaped their successful behaviors also impacted their life cycle. When you look at a freshly born foal, their legs are hard to overlook. They have very small, but perfectly formed hooves, a brush of a tail, great big eyes, tiny little milk teeth in smallish head. They were packaged to be able to pass through the birth canal and still have the capacity to quickly stand, move with the herd, and reach the mare's udder. Within hours, they are ready to be with the herd as it seeks forage and water. When a young horse grows, it's kind of piecemeal. They high in rear, then leggy in the front, then thin-thin-thin, then more bulky, and so on and so on. They always able to stay with the herd as they grow. For our human purposes, they need at least 3 and better 4 years before starting to do our "work". This has to do with their total development. Their muscles, connective tissues, bones, nervous system, heart and lungs need to mature. So does their mind. A horse that is mentally immature will be much harder to train and manage. Oh sure, ground manners, and "imprinting" are beneficial, but real work needs to wait until the animal is grown. Think about this when you consider the racing industry's practices. Horses life span varies by breed, but generally, they enjoy a healthy adult life. Again, those animals that were prone to be sick or disabled by genetic issues didn't survive to reproduce. Unfortunately, our enlightened breeding practices-looking for a particular trait or characteristic, i.e., speed, has undone a lot of what nature had addressed. We now have fast horses with bad feet, pretty Appies that go blind, drafts with leg problems, and a myriad of other issues we've bred in. The horse ages well and by it's late teens is becoming a senior. Most would be eliminated from the herd as the consequences of aging made them more vulnerable to predation, injury, or exposure. In a natural setting, the healthier and younger animals would drive the older animals away from the best food and shelter. By their early 20's, a horse's teeth stop erupting. All further wear results in the teeth being worn to the gums. The gut thickens and becomes less efficient. Soles thin out and hoof walls weaken. The senses begin to fail. As connective tissues age and weaken, the conformation changes, down on the pasterns, a sway in the back, deep pockets over the eyes, a pronounced tail root all start to appear. They look like an old horse. Their teeth are worn down in the arcades, the front teeth long, round, no groove, and very "flat" with the jaw line. End of life for horses in a natural setting comes fairly swiftly. They fall prey, suffer a catastrophic injury, or become fatally ill with a disease. When they can't stay with the herd, they're done. Most of the time, this occurs well before their dental issues are a problem. We, with modern vet care, have extended the lifespan of our pets. We have also kept the quality of their lives at a better level. We can control and modify their diet. We can protect them from disease and intervene when they're sick or injured. We can shelter them from exposure. Having said that, horses are what they are. They are prey/herd animals that eat plants. They need time to grow when young, good care during their working adult years, and a safe supportive retirement. That's what we owe them when we take them from what nature shaped them for.

Diagnosis...

2011-11-29T09:25:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Oh Lord. Called an old dear friend, who has been our mechanic for the past 30 years, to get the Ford in for service and brakes. He wasn't in. His lead mechanic told me he was home, diagnosed with melanoma which had fully metastasized-lungs, liver, brain. He was in the care of hospice, but at home. We called, had a short talk. He's very weak. We're going over to see him this afternoon if his wife says he's up to it. Well, that sure gives you cause to stop and reflect. Because of our herd's age and history, we deal with end of life pretty much all of the time. It's still always a shock when a dear friend comes to that place. Our friend was an honest, hard working family man. He raised great kids. His marriage was the heart of his life. His business was based on his personal values of fairness and good work. He is a good man. He is a man of great faith, a devout Christian. I've said for a very long time, since Donna's bout with cancer, all of us are always one diagnosis away from a new agenda. The things we worried about, the 'big issues" we chewed on, fade away in a moment. Our place in the cosmos and the way we've lived and conducted our lives looms up before us. The people we have touched and how they respond to us takes on a very new meaning. We will hold our dear friend close in our hearts. We will offer up prayers and do what can be done to comfort and support him and his family. There's really nothing else we can do-any of us. Our kind finds our way to the rainbow bridge in a variety of ways and on many different paths. It is a something to contemplate as the holy holidays are upon us. When our time is near, how will we feel about the road we chose to take? Everyday is a blessing to be treasured and used to serve a cause greater than ourselves. Our friend sure knew this and the way he lived is a testament to his values and beliefs. We'll go see him today. We'll say Good Bye. Oh Lord.

Silence is Deadly...

2011-11-28T05:42:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Our nation's equine population is and has been at a state of crisis for awhile now. Most folks in our land don't know this because horses and other equines are not a part of the content of their daily lives or thoughts. The new movie "War Horse" will bring a million tears to eyes over the holidays. The movie image of horses, of a bygone time, of melodrama will be furthered. The reality of the suffering and death of these great animals won't be noted and certainly, there will be no call to national action. The silence of this tragedy is profoundly sad-for us and the horses. The times find people confronted with so many challenges that adding one more critical need is tough to do. Well, "tough to do" is still no excuse for doing nothing. If you're reading this blog, you probably have and/or love horses. You are a member of small and getting smaller group. The urbanization of America has given fewer and fewer kids the chance to grow up around large animals. The closest a lot of them get is a coloring book or a movie or TV program. Those of us that know these wonderful animals must become their advocates. There isn't anyone else. The truth about what's happening to our equine population needs to become common knowledge for the general public. Don't expect our dysfunctional government to help. They're part of the problem. Nope, It's going to fall on us, the horse people and animal lovers to carry the message, to give a voice to the herds, the advocate for the abused critter. There's no excuse for the horrible behavior of our society regarding this issue. If it's due to ignorance, let's fix that. Help us make this issue loud, clear, and unmistakable. It's a good thing to do. You'll feel good about doing it!

Horsey Holidays!

2011-11-27T08:44:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Do critters need gifts for the holidays? Of course not, they're not even aware that such a thing exists. We constantly put human feelings and thoughts on our animals and it's really not fair. When we buy something for our pets, we're actually buying it because we like how we feel when we do it. The blingy new halter/headstall/breast strap or do-dad is not going to mean nearly so much as some quality time spent loving on your horse. Their social agenda is about interaction and feelings-not stuff. They don't give each other gifts-never have, never will. Your good friend, who happens to be an equine, wants you to spend time with them. A treat is not a bad idea either. Special meals? Changing an equine's diet can be down right dangerous-colic and all. The day in and day out consistent care and feeding means everything. The regular gentle and appropriate interactions really count. Maybe the best "gift" is a new year's resolution to spend more time with your horse. They really do like to be groomed and petted. Hand grazing and quiet walks seem to be welcome. Becoming a better and more knowledgeable horse person can make a real difference to your animal. How about rescuing an unwanted animal and giving it it's life? Now there's a real gift. The battle to keep our humanness from getting in the way of our horse skills never seems to end. They will tolerate our inability to not try and humanize them, but I guarantee they don't like or understand it. Fancy gifts and "things" in general are for us not them. If we want to celebrate our human holidays, that's fine. But please, don't delude yourself about "critter holidays". They're too much into being the best animal they know how to be every single day to set aside special days to be "really good". Go out and love on your horse! You'll both enjoy it. Do it every day and they can all be 'holidays"!

Too Much? Too Many?

2011-11-26T06:41:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The reality of operating a 75 horse/mule/donkey sanctuary with some goats and calves thrown in can be a cause to stop and question your sanity. The daily chores require about 6 hours apiece every day. The costs, with no unexpected expenses run into 4 or 5 thousand dollars a month. We always expect unexpected expenses and seldom get disappointed. The scale of managing the place sometimes seems overwhelming. Hay prices are up and will probably rise some more. Donations are down. The economy is not nice to unwanted animals. We are often asked, "Why so many"? Well, our answer is pretty much always the same. You choose who dies. Without Home At Last, these animals have no place to go-NO PLACE TO GO. That means literally leave the planet. If you spend even a day, let alone everyday, with these animals, you would understand that they deserve to live. Their stories of survival and recovery and endurance and resilience are powerful. Their love of life undeniable. I have said before that each of our residents is a beloved pet. Well, that's absolutely true. We have come to know all of our critters as individuals and as friends. It's as simple as this. Around here, things can be inconvenient for us two leggeds. For the four leggeds, it's a matter of life or death. Not much an equation is it? (Note: chickens and guineas have two legs, but don't wish to be counted with us) We have so many folks that help us financially, with volunteer work, with donations, with moral support. Our vet, hay grower, the worm farm, the thrift store, our board of directors, Tractor Supply in Oroville, the rendering plant, our neighbors and friends, our donors, our farrier, and so and so-without them, What would we do? We didn't set out to be a sanctuary. We were led it by the needs that we came to know. So, too much?, too many?, I don't think so.

Black Friday...

2011-11-25T04:30:00.000-08:00

From Jim: This is a non-horse related blog. Our current failed economy was premised on rampant consumption of planned obsolescent items purchased with credit. The consumer economy model is a guaranteed disaster. We are deeply in debt, as individuals, as a nation, and as a global economy. Much of our nation's wealth is in the landfills or shipped off-shore. We have destroyed our housing industry with financial manipulations which created almost unimaginable debt. The fact that we're not even half way through the toxic mortgages ought to be a sobering thought. Our middle class is an endangered species. The lifetime work of building equity in their homes wiped out. The "too big to fail" financial speculators were bailed out by the very people they destroyed and are continuing to destroy. We have been on the wrong road for a long time and are scrambling to get back to it as a "path to recovery". Our poor capitalistic system has become corporate socialism of the worst sort. This has impacted our political system terribly and endangered the entire republic. When I hear that the retailers are hoping for an even bigger spending binge, I just shake my head. Pogo said long ago, "We have met the enemy and he is us"! I don't have a few "talking point" simple answers and neither does anyone else. The mess we're in will takes years to correct and demands a change in our national behaviors. If we continue to be driven by greed, acquisition, and self gratification, without any sense of a common purpose and real values, we're pretty much done-and ought to be. I hope the holidays will re inspire us to reflect on what really counts in life. Stuff ain't it!

Stuart, The Kiger Mustang

2011-11-24T05:14:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Stuart is a beautiful red dun Kiger with all of the primitive markings you expect from these great horses. He has a dorsal stripe, jack stripes on his withers, and the distinctive tiger strips on his legs. His tail and mane are full and luxurious. What really makes Stuart so very special is his kind and gentle mind. We've had four Kigers here and everyone of them has a wonderful disposition. Stuart's eyes are soft, soft, soft. He is peaceful and calm and willing. We first met him at Horse Plus, formerly Norcal Equine Rescue. Tawnee has gotten him off of a feedlot. He had been ridden unshod on concrete until he road foundered. His sheath was so dirty he struggled to urinate. He was 200 pounds underweight. He was judged to be unadoptable, the picture of a Home At Last candidate. Dr. Gary Darling and Aaron Hamon, our farrier, went to work. We provided the ample food and daily care for this critter. He responded as is the nature of his kind by regaining his soundness and becoming a magnificent example of his breed. It took about two years, as his feet were very bad and needed to completed regrow. During that time, he was in shoes with pads-reset every four weeks. Because of his extremely gentle nature, Stuart is in with our upper herd, a quiet bunch. His best friend is Skittles, a little Quarterhorse mare. They spend their days hanging out, eating together, and napping. Life for them is very good. One of first residents was a Kiger named Sweet. If ever a horse got the right name, he sure did. When he got his wings it was a sad day on the sanctuary. Stuart reminds me so much of old Sweet. Our other Kigers are mares, Rosie and Tiger Lily. They are sweet too, but have marish days and that's just what it is. Love Kigers! If you ever have the good fortune to acquire one, I am certain you will too!

To Serve A Cause Beyond Yourself....

2011-11-23T05:20:00.000-08:00

From Jim: We're in this together, like it or not. Life, I mean. Our ability to think and be self-aware and aware of others makes it impossible to live in isolation. We, each of us, can and should find a way to "be for others". I can't tell you what that might mean for you. It could be your commitment to your marriage or your family. It could be your participation in your church or a community organization. Perhaps it's in service to your country. You might have a part in the protection and care of our fellow living creatures. The point is that life is fuller and more meaningful if you can get past your self and serve a greater cause. Selflessness is a state of being. When we lose track of ourselves, we are at our greatest. That's something our kind has noted for a very long time. We extend our highest medals and honors for the most selfless acts. All of us are put off by egomaniacs and self inflated boors. I suppose true selflessness knows modesty is it's purest form. There is no thought about recognition or reward-anonymity is desired, protected. Quiet, deliberate, humble service makes for some very good times indeed. The days go by. The appreciation for what is accomplished is private and sweet and honest. There isn't a need for approval or praise-it is it's own reward. One of the nicest things you can do for yourself is the serve a cause beyond yourself. Sounds counter-intuitive, but I think most of us know it's true.

A Sense of Humor...and Horse Sense...

2011-11-22T17:24:00.000-08:00

From Jim: When you live and work on a ranch, you better have a good capacity for laughter. Around here, the constant state of "Murphy's Law" is about all that's constant. The list of "what now?" is a growing and amusing issue. You quickly learn that any celebration of any successful task will surely bring about retribution on a massive scale-epic even! This can either get you down or tickle your funny bone! I find the amusement of it all to be more comfortable. Does that mean that there are only smiles, giggles and good-natured comments-Oh No! The senseless outbursts of rancor and railing against the outrageous fortunes of cosmic injustice are all part of the fun-Unless you're Donna. Then there's the attempt to make it all good with the universe, which can be it's own delightful theater. You see, the moment is not where the humor lies, it's the end of the day, when the time to put it all to rest is near, that your own silliness can really be appreciated. The ebb and flow of problems and problem solving, breakage and repairs, successes and failures, frustration and laughter make for a very rich content of daily life. The "horse sense" of a sense of humor comes from years of finding out how important perspective is. In the very long run, most of the things that just drive us crazy really don't matter anyway. We are a funny species. We just don't always appreciate how funny we are!

Thanksgiving, For all these gifts we are grateful...

2011-11-21T18:32:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Everyday on the sanctuary there are countless moments to reflect on the wonderful gifts life has given us. Some of newest arrivals had their teeth floated and, with plenty to eat, they are blossoming! Not only are they gaining weight and showing shiny coats, they are at peace. It's a joy to watch the critters fold into the herd, make friends, find their place, stand guard and be guarded at nap time, engage in some shedding and horseplay. We are thankful to be here to see and enjoy this daily. The soft comforting sounds of hay being chewed, the snuzzle and head rub, the quiet spiritual eye contacts are wonderful moments. We have the support and encouragement of so many friends. They make our journey through this life so much richer. We have the satisfaction of watching our senior equines at retirement. They have given so much and so deserve to live in security and rest. We see those that have healed from severe injuries and adapted to those wounds which will never return to normal and we are humbled by their dignity and grace. How could you not be thankful to be allowed to be a part of that. We are amazed at the trust and friendship given to us by those critters that were abused and mistreated and still find a way to love us. We are thankful for the opportunities we have been given to serve and care for our sanctuary's residents. To have our beautiful goats and calves look into your soul with the innocence and vulnerability that babies bring is a blessing beyond measuring-only thanks will do. We have the loyalty and love of our dogs, the affection and purring of the cats, and the joyful chaos that the chickens and guineas can provide over even the simplest event. Our days are filled with the celebration of life prevailing over great challenges, of knowing creatures that have so much to teach us, of drinking deeply from the cup of being here. Thanks at the sanctuary is regularly occurring theme-a state of mind. We hope everyone will have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday and enjoy the giving of thanks everyday!

Horsey Boo Boos...

2011-11-20T10:25:00.000-08:00

From Jim: If you've spent any time around horses, you know they can cut themselves on a marble, pull up sore from yawn, and get lumps and bruises in a rubber stall. They're big, powerful, robust animals, but can be very fragile. Some of them seem really accident prone. Your equine vet is always your first line of defense when something looks bad to you. Expensive, yep! Sometimes a little first-aid and home care can work out OK, but the animal's welfare and health is the primary issue. You need to have a few items on hand to make your efforts easier and more effective. We offer suggestions, not endorsements. Vet wrap-the stuff that sticks to itself, feminine napkins-Kotex, baby diapers, topical wound treatment-we like Vetricin or Accelerator, benedine, plain old bleach, epsom salts, ichthamol, duct tape, and assorted guasses, wraps, and cotton padding make up a short list. Tools include a good hoof pick-a hoof tester if you're up to it, a stethoscope, thermometer-rectal-yeh, I know, with a lanyard, clippers, and a good bright flashlight. You might add other tools as you skills and confidence grow. We give a lot of injections at Home At Last. We do this with the advise of our vet and under his informed supervision. If your vet is willing to take the time to teach the proper and safe techniques, being able to give a shot to a horse is a great skill to have. The wait for a ranch call can be more comfortable if your critter has some banimine on board. Follow ups on antibiotics or steroids and so on will be a lot easier and less expensive. The treatment you provide should never become do-it-yourself vet care. Experience will help you to identify severe emergencies from the regular stuff that horses do to themselves or have happen to them. Colic, surging blood loss, eye injuries, nasty nasal discharge, high fevers, choke, gaping wounds, respiratory distress, fractures, and anything you're really unsure about always need the vet's attention. One last word on this, if you have a really good vet, he or she will want to see your animal. Phone conversations are not enough to accurately prescribe a course of treatment. As Clint Eastwood said so eloquently, "A man's got to know his limitations". Oh, and go love on your horse, it's good for both of you!

Critters and Us...

2011-11-19T05:28:00.000-08:00

From Jim: A recurring conversation around here has to do with our relationship with the critters. We have come to understand and appreciate that we share this world with them and that they seem to see that too. We don't feel like "owners" or "masters", just other critters. We respect their differences from us and believe it is really unfair to expect them to be like us-to be "human". They're not, can't be, never will be. We have the cognitive capacity to recognize this and, thus, the obligation to behave correspondingly. The very fact that we can be accepted into their "culture" is profound, and to us deeply spiritual. The sanctuary is populated with all manner of creatures. There's the equines, of course. There are also the calves and goats. We have cats and dogs and chickens and guineas. We also are visited by a number of members of the wildlife community. They're not so welcoming of us, but they are still a part of this place. We try to get along with them-except for flies, mosquitoes, ticks, and so on. I suppose we're not to gracious to equine parasites either. On the other hand, the visiting song birds, wild turkeys, chorus frogs, raccoons and squirrels, and the ravens sure are fun to have around. The point is we don't see ourselves as superior beings. We're privileged to have a seat at the table. This old world would be a sad place without the critters that share it with us.

Room...with a view! Horse space

2011-11-18T12:29:00.000-08:00

From Jim: So how much room does a horse need? Really? We know that in a natural setting, horses cover around 10 miles a day. We know it is the horse's nature to move, to travel in several different gaits, to play, buck, rear and kick, and so on. An average sized horse requires an area 50' by 150' to perform all of the activities it is capable of doing. The dimensions are flexible, but a straight run which doesn't require a very sharp turn or quick stop is what's needed. Horses like to move about. They are healthier when they can give themselves exercise and, when with other horses, get in some social activity. There are those who argue for flat soft ground. I'm of the "slopes and slants" school, and a rougher terrain makes for better feet and balance-and more attention to what you're doing. I like horses that look around and make good choices in where they're going. I prefer that their hooves are unshod and as near natural as possible. Rougher ground helps this to happen. Slopes and slants build muscle and coordination. That said, obvious hazards that can cause injuries need to be removed from a horse's turn-out and it makes sense to check for anything new that might become a problem pretty often. It's surprising how much dirt horse's move around when they travel. Some of our turn-outs are starting to look terraced. We don't have ruts along the fence lines. I think it's because there's enough room that pacing the fences doesn't happen much. Another nice thing about slopy slanty ground is that it drains quickly. That means less mud and mire. (We still have more than we want!) Everyone of our turn-outs has enough flat ground to provide a good spot to roll. There's also access to shade, wind breaks and sunny spots for naps. We do not have white rail fences on lush pastures. We have allowed our ground to become pretty barren as a nod to our high fire danger in the foothills. Ladder fuel can be a real issue for us. The more our equines can live a "normal" life, the better. We have to feed hay as most of our herd couldn't maintain of pasture alone. We've taken in a number of senior horses that were "put out to pasture" and nearly starved to death. They just don't have the teeth and the pasture didn't have the nutritional value. So, I guess the take-away lesson here is to make sure horses have enough room to do what horses do. If that includes some grazing that's good. If there's a way to meet social and conditioning needs that's good. If the ground promotes healthier feet that's good. A 12'x12' stall with a 12'x12' run out is just not sufficient in my opinion. If your animal is boarded, make sure they get ample turn-out time. Be sure to spend some of with your critter. You'll both like it!

Engarde! Fencing, sort of...

2011-11-16T09:37:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Secure fences are an absolute necessity when you have horses. Their safety and your liability demand it. You want to keep them in and potential troubles out! Stray dogs and some wildlife can be a real problem. So can two-leggeds be up to no good or just do stupid stuff and cause grief. The issue is that to build a strong effective fence that is "horse friendly". That can be a real trick, since equines revel in destroying fences. Donna's big Appy is pretty sure rubbing your tail out on gates will be the next Olympic equine sport and he intends to be ready. Walking down field fencing, chewing on boards, pushing over posts, and, worst of all, getting injured and big vet bills, pain, and suffering and time out of service are all considerations and realities. We use combination fences of 48" field fence topped and centered with electric rope for perimeter fencing-double rowed wherever possible and three strands of electric rope for cross fencings, alley ways, and so forth. Gardens and people space also get field fence-usually no climb-which is another myth. I expect to repair fences all of the time. Daily, little repairs-Weekly, more serious work, and,every so often, a full day or two of putting the place back together. Fences wear out. Electric fencing has a service life of several years. Corrosion, UV degradation, Mechanical damage all take a toll. Field fencing gets brittle and bent and stretched. Wooded fences rot and fall apart. Barbed wire and high tension plain wire are absolute no-no's for horses. It cuts them to ribbons, causes terrible injuries, some permanent, and can cause fatalities. Just not worth it. So, We say "I'm fixing fences, I must own horses"! The best fencing is strong enough to keep the animals in and forgiving enough to not create awful injuries. Fences are just part of the deal!

Tiny Horse, Big Heart!

2011-11-15T05:44:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Gracie, AKA-Amazing Gracie, is currently our only miniature horse. We've had others, Drifter and Lower Case Jack. Minis are not ponies. They are proportioned like full sized horses, have a registry, and are among the most people oriented equines on the planet. They're little. Ours have been from 26" to 30"s-6 1/2 to 7 1/2 hands. They have all had really full manes and tails. Minis seem to come in all the standard horse colors. They are calm of mind and naturally gentle. They are not stuffed animals or pretend horses. They are very much real horses and need to be treated as such. Ground manners are really important and the usual knowledge of loading in trailers and getting foot care and so forth are necessary for them to have. They need the same standard of care by the vet, inoculations, worming, sheath cleaning, dental care and so on as full sized horses. They can be injured if asked to take on tasks inappropriate for their stature. Any that would "ride" a mini should never exceed 10% of the animal's weight, tack included. Very light draft work may be OK, again care should be taken in selecting equipment and tack. Showing at halter and performing in-hand seems to be the best bet for these animals. They are immense fun to be around-just full of personality. Gracie is a documented service animal. She will visit the house bound and infirm, the ill and recuperating. She will be an ambassador to schools, events, and groups. Her story of abuse, rescue, and recovery is wonderful. Her willingness to share her peace and joy of life inspiring. We have loved all of our minis, and when Drifter and Lower Case Jack got their wings, we felt a great loss. They were not a miniature part of our lives...neither is Gracie. She's amazing!

Pets, by law and by nature...

2011-11-14T12:35:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Equines are defined by California law as pets. The federal tax statutes make the a hobby. They are not, by legal definition, livestock, food animals, or anything else agricultural. If you have an equine, you already know there's no tax benefit. I suppose if you're in the horse business you might find some business loopholes, but they're "business" not "horse" tax breaks. It seems that the government(s) are not so horse friendly. BLM practices, slowness to pass and enforce anti-slaughter laws both here and in the export market are even more of an indication of a negative attitude towards equines. The Texas park rangers shooting feral donkeys, to include babies-another marker. I wonder how well it would have gone down if they had limbered up their rifles to take out golden retrievers or poodles. Animal control officers are often not trained or equipped to handle equines and usually counties have few or no facilities for them. Most rescues and sanctuaries are private entities, usually 501C3's. They are public charities. Government funding or support? ZERO! Hassles with tax agencies, yeh-that can happen. We're a California Non-profit corporation. Does the state ever mess with us-Only whenever they can. We spend thousands of dollars for an accounting firm and endless hours of record/book keeping and documentation to be beyond clean and transparent. Our non-profit thrift store pays sales taxes and city fees. The tax exempt status is sort of conditional. If all of us who take on unhomed, unwanted, seized, or abandoned equines got out of the game, animal control would be overwhelmed. They would euthanize the animals and that would be that! No kill equine pounds-not so much. Do we believe equines are pets? Absolutely! And so do they. Should the government do more? Any positive action they would take would be an improvement over their current behaviors and policies. Our local animal control folks are great. They do as much as they can with the limited resources they're given. They're animal advocates and animal lovers. The county supervisors, state officials, federal politicos-equines don't have much of a chance with them. It's really too bad that our society has chosen to just hope the problem takes care of itself. It won't. The equines in our USofA are having a pretty hard time of it.

Simple is Better...

2011-11-13T13:08:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Donna and I run a sanctuary for equines. There's some goats and calves and dogs and cats and chickens and guineas, but it is a sanctuary for equines-donkeys, hinneys, mules, and horses. We have over 70 equines here. They're all ages, breeds, and have a variety of special needs. Every single one of our critters tries to be the very best they can be. They take life as it comes, keep their peace, and welcome each new day with all they have. They have come to understand that here they are safe, that there will be food and water, that their injuries will be cared for, that only gentle hands will touch them. They are expected to be safe to handle and cooperate with their care. If not, there are lessons-never punishment. Our ground rules are SIMPLE. This place exists for the resident animals. The folks that are here are part of the resident animals. Our kind and their kind have an equal right to be here. The quality of LIFE is critical for all that live here-except flies, mosquitoes, ticks and other rotten pests-they all get to die a lot. Our herd animals live in herds. No critter is the only one of his or her species-everyone has a friend or two. Friendships are respected. Animals that are bonded are never separated from each other. If one is ill or injured, his/her friend is stalled next door. Small turnouts keep less dominant sorted out from the too dominant. Every critter here is considered to be a treasured pet and worthy of love and attention. The most stand-offish are still spoken to gently and given treats-even at arm's length. Consideration for what is best for the animal(s) gets top priority. We check and double check to make sure we're staying on task. WE GET OFF TASK! And, then, we get back to the real work at hand. Our test is simple-is the sanctuary really and truly a sanctuary? Activities and attitudes that interfere with that banner question are avoided or eliminated. Behaviors and sentiments that answer in the affirmative are amplified and encouraged. Simple! Ya Think?

The Lesson of Joe Paterno...Do the Right thing!...

2011-11-09T14:38:00.000-08:00

From Jim: I think Joe Paterno is a good man that really screwed up. I believe he is extremely sorry for the awful events that occurred at Penn State in the showers of his locker room and the unspeakable behavior of his assistant coach. I believe him when he says he wishes he had done more at the time and that he deeply regrets the pain of the children and their families. Having said that, there is no doubt in my mind that he knows he should have called the police. He should have pressed the grad-intern for the details of what he saw. He didn't do the Right Thing and he knows it. Those above him are also to blame, but they're "administrators". They didn't have the close contact with Sandusky. They didn't have the "moment of truth" with the shaken intern. The real lesson is that the time to do the Right Thing is "time perishable". You have that window, when your values and core beliefs are on the line. It's brief and fleeting. Then you're locked into the forever of "Why Didn't You?" I've thought about how tragic this situation is. How the failings of proud men put little kids in harm's way. How they were sexually abused by a predator that should have been stopped years ago. How doe's Joe Paterno sleep at night, look in the mirror, greet his family? How doe's he answer "Why Didn't You?" The duty we owe to children is profound. They need all us to make sure they're safe and secure. They need us to protect them from evil. Joe Paterno knows that and he knows he failed when it really counted. That's got to be awful. I hope he can somehow find peace, but I don't how he'll do that. There are young people suffering to this day because he didn't do the Right Thing, and they didn't need to. Win/Loss? How about total loss.

Longears, Cont...

2011-11-09T05:36:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Donkeys are thought to be the most often abused animal on the planet. They are overworked, underfed, brutally trained, equipped with the crudest ill-fitting draft tack, and almost never given proper medical treatment by their third world owners. Even the modern nations, ours included, mistreats them. The recent round-ups, if you can call what BLM does a "round-up", and the Texas park rangers' slaughter of them by rifle fire are the realities of our enlightened society. We have four wonderful donkeys at the sanctuary. Jenny was almost starved to death as a Jennet. Seized by a local animal control, she was dragged behind a truck. Her larynx was broken and a huge gaping hole was worn in her hip. It took months to heal. Her "hee haw" is only a "hee". She took two years of gentle care to overcome her fear of people. Jessie was a BLM round-up refugee. Her "adopters" wanted her for pack work. Their idea of training consisted of beating her. We had her at the sanctuary for four years before she could again trust our kind. Jonathan, a 45 year old, was used for roping. His neck and front leg were broken. He can't hold his head up or get arise without our help. His poor right front toes out at 45 degrees and he shuffles along, held down and twisted off to the side, peering up at the world. He is now a complete love. It took him over a year on the sanctuary to allow us to pet him. Dobbin is middle to late 30's. He is the gentlest guy you could ever meet. He has some health issues and it's hard to hold weight on him, but he endures and perseveres. He always up for a hug and a massage. These animals are profoundly dignified and spiritual. They come to life with a peace and patience and resilience we all can learn from. We love em to bits!

The Flatbed Chronicles...

2011-11-08T12:38:00.000-08:00

From Jim: The sanctuary needed a vehicle to haul hay-a lot of hay- 325 tons a year of hay. This chore fell to a 1986 F-350 flatbed truck. This magnificent machine is a "dually", has a 460 big block V-8, a Borg-Warner T18 trans, vacuum boosted brakes, about a billion miles on it. It has a few peculiarities. Actually, it has a lot of em. At some point in it's life, it was given a heater-ectomy, so I'll need to salvage the whole heater unit out of the 80 F-250 farm truck, which never leaves the ranch-not licensed or road worthy. The flatbed's starter motor gets too much heat from the header pipes and won't crank the engine over unless it's cooled with an old flyspray bottle full of water. I could replace the starter, but that would be giving in. The only thing that rattles is everything. It's probably not possible to put your hand on this beauty without touching a dent or scratch. There's a full length crack in the windshield, but it's pretty easy to see around. The seat has new "used saddleblanket" seat covers. The bed got new lumber. We're using the old wood in the stove to keep the chill off the house. Lyle welded some cut-off blocks onto the overload springs, so this baby will not carry a full block of hay-60 bales. At 130 to 140 pounds per bale, it's the perfect load for a one ton! Because the rearend is geared lower than Banjo the calf's belly, 50 miles per hour is all you're gonna get. I'm not real popular on the freeway. The joy of a truck like this is that it didn't use up a lot of money that can go to the care of the critters. Our artist friend, Sue, wants to paint the names of all the animals that have come to the sanctuary on the old girl. I like that. Maybe a picture or three as well. Sue writes children's books and illustrates them. I suspect there's a literary future for the flatbed. Thinking about a contest to name this fine piece of machinery. We'll have to see about that. You might want to ponder appropriate appellations. Well, there you have it, reflections on a flatbed.

Committment...

2011-11-07T06:32:00.000-08:00

From Jim: Equines live a long time by "pet" standards. They are "useful" for a limited time during their life-if unrestricted riding is the measure. They take years to mature, months and months to train, constant care all of the time, and additional care when asked to work rigorously. They age out of hard work, like all of us, and, eventually, need to be completely retired. The least committed owners want the best years of a horse's life, then that animal is discarded for another prime critter, and so on and so on. This applies to all the riding disciplines from racing, to eventing, to rodeo, to recreational, to breeding, to showing, to any equine activity. These owners, in my opinion, are completely irresponsible and are, in no way, horsemen or women. They are users and verge on being abusers. The true horse person knows they have assumed a life time obligation for the animal. They understand the realities and limitations that, as living things, horses have. Colts can't be hurried in their growth and development. Training is time and talent and money consuming. Responsible use always puts the animal's welfare first. Retirement, from lightened work to full "out to pasture" time is part of the deal. 25, 35, or more years is a long road. That's what having a horse is about. If you're not up for that, try gerbils!

Longears..

2011-11-05T12:07:00.000-07:00

From Jim: We have quite a few longears-mules, hinneys, and donkeys-at the sanctuary. They're pretty amazing animals. Donkeys are fully a species of the equine family. They go by several names. Burros, asses, and donkeys are all the same animal. There are quite a few color variations and patterns. They can also vary a lot in size, from miniatures to mammoths. They are fertile and reproduce naturally. They have 46 chromosomes and are considered to be a more primitive animal than the horse, which has 48 chromosomes. Mules and hinneys are hybrids, half horse-half donkey. Because they have an odd number of chromosomes, they are considered sterile. They do not reproduce naturally. Donkey females are called Jennies, males are Jacks. Mule females are Mollies, males are Johns. There are other appellations, but these are the common ones. Baby donkeys are Jacks and Jennets. Mules, John colts and Molly fillies. A mule has a horse for a dam and donkey for a sire. Hinneys, the opposite, donkey dam and horse sire. This distinction was important early on because mules would grow bigger and stronger than hinneys. Seems equines take a lot of their characteristics from the dam side. The Bedouin tribesmen keep track of their breeding programs from the mare's side of things. For quite awhile, you could buy/obtain an Arabian stallion, but not a mare. Nothing to do with longears, but interesting. Mules and hinneys have what is known as hybrid vigor. They are tough, strong, durable animals. They are, pound for pound, much stronger than horses. Their hooves and teeth are stronger and harder. They tend to live longer and have a longer productive work life. They are calm, cool, and collected. They are not inherently stubborn, but are very much into preserving themselves. The training of longears is different that horse training and the old "mule skinners" knew it. The term mule skinners comes from the slang term to "outsmart" or "skin" someone. Kind of another name for a confidence man. I heard longears trainers speak or training the "horse" and the "donkey" will just come along. I don't know about that, but I know patience, trust, and more patience is sure a requirement. I also know, once a longears gets "it", they never forget. Longears don't tolerate abuse and can become very difficult-even dangerous if mistreated. The kick of a longears concentrates much greater force because of their small hoof. Many army farriers were killed by mule kicks. "Kicks like a mule" is no joke. Fortunately, once you make friends with a longear, you have a friend for life.

Sanctuary Days...

2011-11-04T05:51:00.000-07:00

From Jim: A couple of weeks ago someone asked me how long I thought I would continue with the sanctuary, doing what we do? I said, without any real thought, well, until I die or physically can't do it anymore. You see, they thought of caring for the herd as work. I will agree it takes effort and there are days we get pretty tired and sometimes a little overwhelmed. For the most part though, we do what we really enjoy, take care of our wonderful animals and enjoy the days of life on the ranch. We've have met so many great people that we now call friends. We have a cycle of daily, weekly, monthly chores. There's excitement and joy and quiet times, and, yes, moments of tremendous sadness. Our life is filled with a sense of wonder and humility and purpose. There's never enough money. There's always too many needy critters. We seem to be on the losing side of a harsh equation and, then, we go back to the story of the boy with the starfish and it's all OK. We make a difference to our loving beasties. We get calf kisses and goatie tail wags, and horse and mule and donkey hugs. We greet spectacular sunrises and enjoy the brilliance of the sunsets. The crisp air and soft rain and raging storms and sweaty heat of all the seasons touch us. Our year is divided into straw hats or felt hats, T-shirts or slickers, leather boots or rubber boots. Everyday, twice a day, there's feeding and watering to do. Generally, there's a few fence or gate repairs, and most of the time, someone to doctor. We never have to worry about finding something to do. Getting older slows us down and there are some aches and pains, but that's alright. We figure if we hurt a little in the morning, it means we're not dead yet! This same someone asked why we save horses? Truth is, for all our critters, they saved us. We can't give to them nearly what they give to us. Love abides, love is why we're here-all of us.