By Fernanda Santos, The New York Times, August 18, 2012
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| A recent round up of stray horses on a Navajo reservation in Arizona, Credit: Mark Holmes for the New York Times |
AZTEC, N.M. — The
land is parched, the fields are withering and thousands of the nation’s horses
are being left to fend for themselves on the dried range, abandoned by people
who can no longer afford to feed them.
They have been
dropping dead in the Navajo reservation in the Southwest, where neighbors are
battling neighbors and livestock for water, an inherently scant resource on
tribal land. They have been found stumbling through state parks in Missouri, in
backyards and along country roads in Illinois, and among ranch herds in Texas
where they do not belong.
Some are taken to rescue farms or foster homes — lifelines that are
also buckling under the pressure of the nation’s worst drought in half a
century, which has pushed the price of grain and hay needed to feed the animals
beyond the reach of many families already struggling in the tight economy.
And still the drought rages on. The most recent federal
assessment is that parts of at least 33 states, mostly in the West
and the Midwest, are experiencing drought conditions that are severe or worse.
It is affecting 87 percent of the land dedicated to growing corn, 63 percent of
the land for hay and 72 percent of the land used for cattle.
With water tables falling, fields are crusting and cracking, creeks
are running dry. Water holes first shrink, then vanish altogether. And dozens
of wildfires are consuming forests and grassland across the West.
While precise figures are hard to come by, rough estimates from the Unwanted
Horse Coalition, an alliance of equine organizations based in
Washington, puts the number of unwanted horses — those given up on by their
owners for whatever reasons — at 170,000 to 180,000 nationwide, said Ericka
Caslin, the group’s director.
Many more could be out there, though. The Navajos, for instance, have
no tally on the number of feral horses on their land; a $2 million effort to
count and round them up was vetoed by the tribe’s president because of the
cost.
Here, in this speck of a city in northern New Mexico, just outside
Navajo territory, Debbie Coburn has been scrambling to enlist volunteers and
raise money to feed, clean and care for three times as many abandoned horses as
she had in her rescue farm, Four Corners Equine Rescue, through all of
last year.
She gets up almost every day to find messages in her computer from
people whose horses are in desperate need of help. One recent morning, a woman
writing on behalf of her elderly parents who live just east of Albuquerque
said, “They have scraped by every week to purchase a bale of hay for their
horse, but they just can’t do it anymore.”
At $8 to $12 for a bale of roughly 60 pounds, enough to feed a riding
horse for maybe three days, hay already costs five times what it did 10 years
ago, Ms. Coburn said. This summer’s anemic harvest has spurred competition for
a limited supply among ranchers big and small, from nearby cities and also from
out of state. And as a rule, the price of hay goes up in the cold months; it
doubled last winter, when the drought’s devastating effects first began to
sprout.
“This winter, to be quite blunt, scares the hell out of me,” Ms.
Coburn said as she walked across the corrals where the horses are kept, some of
them in improvised pens enclosed not by steel barriers, but by electric fence.
(The horses have arrived faster than she has been able to make room for them.)
“At this point,” she added, “it’s just too late for rain alone to
solve our problems.”
Tony Pecho, the president of Illinois Horse Rescue of Will County, some 50
miles south of Chicago, has been trying to get horses adopted straight from the
homes of the people who call to say they can no longer keep them. There is no
money to bring them all to his farm, he said. And while calls for abandoned
horses were rare in years past, this year they are the most frequent, he said,
sometimes coming from places as far as four hours away.
Mr. Pecho has been asking for donations, of money as well as hay,
on Facebook. On Saturday, Connie Hendrix, the president of the Missouri
Forget-Me-Not Horse Rescue and Sanctuary in Linn Creek, hosted a
fund-raising ice cream social and pie auction at a church, and she plans a golf
tournament and silent auction next month, just to feed the horses she already
has.
Last week, Ms. Hendrix picked up a mare running in the woods behind a
subdivision in a city 120 miles south of her facility, thirsty, malnourished
and with an injured eye. Last Monday, she said, she got a call from a sheriff’s
deputy asking if she could take in seven scrawny horses, three belonging to
someone who is unemployed and the other four to an elderly man on disability.
Neither, Ms. Hendrix said, could afford to keep the animals fed.
She is not sure if she can, either. “I don’t know if we’re going to be
able to find hay or afford hay to take in that many,” she said.
There
is little logic to the hay market. Ms. Hendrix’s rescue gets its hay from
Tennessee, while the rescue in Illinois brings it in from northern Wisconsin.
Jennifer Williams, the executive director of the Bluebonnet
Equine Humane Society, a network of foster homes for horses in
Texas, said she gets it from wherever she can.
Ms. Coburn said she
could still find New Mexico hay for her horses, but competition from
out-of-state cattle ranchers is stiff. Big trucks that roll in empty leave
packed to the brim, bound for places like Texas and Kentucky.
“My challenge now is to set as many
bales aside as I can,” she said, “but that’s hard when you’re the little guy.”
At the Navajo reservation, where much of the once
green grass is gone, leaving behind only sand, sheep herders have taken to
bringing their animals to eat the scraps of hay that are left behind after
bales are sold in open-air markets. Feral horses, free-roaming animals that
once were domesticated, have been jumping over fences to eat the weeds that
grow by the side of the road.
Forage “has shriveled and died on the range,” Kimberly Johnson, the
acting supervisor of the tribe’s grazing management program, said from the
headquarters of the Navajo Nation’s agriculture department in Window Rock,
Ariz., near the New Mexico border. Ms. Johnson said that only 30 percent of the
tribe’s livestock owners care for their animals on a daily basis, based on an
informal survey this year.
So the horses have been searching for water wherever they can: in
mills and troughs meant to supply the families that live around them, as well
as the animals they own, and in lakes the drought has turned into puddles.
Stallions fight one another for food and water, their bites drawing
flesh and blood. Atop a mesa near Many Farms, Ariz., in the heart of Navajo
territory, horses were stomping the ground one recent afternoon, as if trying
to draw water from a pond that is now just cracked dirt. Tribal rangers said
carcasses dot the arid landscape.
Horses are sacred animals to the Navajos; they symbolize prosperity
and the beauty of the Navajo way of life, Ms. Johnson said. She and her
colleagues have found themselves in an awkward spot, caught between tribe
members who want the feral horses away from their water and out of their land
and others who would rather the horses be left alone.
Roundups are being carried out almost every day, all across the
reservation. The horses are sold, at least some of them destined for slaughter
in Mexico. One morning in Cornfields, Ariz., on the western edge of the
reservation, a woman tried to keep the feral horses from being penned in her
corral, cursing and screaming at the men who had rounded them up at her
grandson’s request.
Ms. Johnson watched it unfold from afar.
“What
do we do?” she asked. “Do we leave them out to die of hunger and thirst?”
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