The stories of three Mustang foals born in the wild during the same spring.
BY SHEILA THOMPSON / PHOTOS BY TWODOGSANDAJEEP PHOTOGRAPHY
Perhaps the purest sound of life is the soft, rhythmic beat of a tiny heart as it enters the world. In the wild, life often hangs precariously by a thin thread. Living as we do in the relative comfort of our modern world, it’s sometimes difficult for us to comprehend how thin that hread is in the wild.
| A Harsh Reality |
For the past few years, my passion has been visiting the wild Mustangs of western
Wyoming. This past year, I was fortunate enough to get a peek into the lives of
beautiful newborn foals as they began their journeys on the high desert.
I wish—as a horse lover—that at the end of my travels I was able to report that
each of these newborns spent their first months grazing in the warmth of the sun,
galloping into a distant sunset, and living happily ever after. Sadly, however, I cannot.
The reality is that life for young Mustangs in the harsh environment of Wyoming
is not a fairytale. In spite of their innocence and incredible beauty, two of the three
foals I encountered in the spring did not survive their first summer.
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