Wherever you dear boy I hope you have sunny days, green grass and soft footing. My heart aches tonight…from the first moment time I saw Cloud’s picture…he reached in, grabbed my heart and never once gave it back. At the same time he almost understood he was a spokes horse for the wild horses. But he managed for most of his life to bring people to an understanding of what freedom and family meant to him. I know he HATED roundups…one only has to watch the videos to understand that he knew what was going on. What brings me the most joy is knowing that aside from several roundups and a couple bait traps…Cloud managed to live his life free. Alex got the up close, in person introduction we all wanted but didn’t get. I figured that Cloud was mad that Alex wouldn’t come out to greet him. By the time we got there, there wasn’t any other horse around…except my plush Alex who was in my tent. But Cloud gave me some wonderful memories that I hold dear to my heart from 2014. I hope that she had an easy passing when that time came.Ĭloud…oh how my heart breaks. I know Winnemucca had been seen…and was very thin and frail. He will continue to live on with his offspring and his memory. 1st century CE Roman copy of an earlier Greek original. I will miss him, and I don’t believe there will be a single trip that I make to the mountain, that I won’t think of him and all the joy he brought to so many. A marble relief depicting the god Dionysos leading the Horae, personifications of the seasons in Greek mythology. His family was his life, and the pain of it slowly took his away. He was not one of those stallions who excepted his second bachelorhood with grace. It was heartbreaking to witness him loss his band and watch from a distance, clearly in emotional pain of his loss. I have had many guest sit and enjoy his presence in the light of the sunset. I found myself still expecting him to walk out of the trees by my camp, something he did often, especially in the evenings.
What can I say about Cloud? Wow, this has left a giant hole on the mountain for all of us. Cloud, born in 1995, son of Raven and Phoenix. (Although the BLM did not include Chino in last years population loss (I did in my 2015 post on the horses that passed), so with that taken into account, the population growth for the herd for this year would be 1, not 2.)īelow are the photos of those that are no longer with us, listed in alphabetical order.ġ. Six adult horses have died with a total of horses lost this year of 9, leaving a population growth within the herd of only. This year there were 11 foals born, 3 of those have died, leaving a total of 8 foals. I found myself looking through more than 30,000 photos that I have taken over the years, trying to find the best photos of each of these horses, something that would give us all a great memory when we hear their name mentioned in the future. They are and will continue to be missed by all of us. We have lost some very significant members of the Pryor Mountain Wild Horse Herd. It has been a very hard year for those of us who follow the horses. (Horae)%20were%20the,out%20the%20web%20of%20fate.As we enter the last months of 2016, I felt I needed to do a post on those horses who have passed this year.They number between 4 to 11 total, depending on if harvestimes are included. These Horae helped with the movement of the stars, the change of seasons, and agriculture. They are also considered to be sisters of the Fates, Nemesis, and Tyche. The younger Horae are daughters of Zeus and Themis. These Horae accompanied Helios out into the sky. The elder Twelve Horae are daughters of Chronos and Ananke and sisters to Aether, personification of the upper air. Depiction of a Horae triad on a vase Horae of the Hours
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