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Emotional Responses to Horse Talk

Editor’s note: the following letters are in response to Scott Thomson’s June Talking Horses column which generated a lot of response agreeing with his request that folks not approach other people’s horses without permission.


Over friendly neighbors in Oregon

We moved from Portland, Ore. where we had a terrible problem with folks wanting to pet our horses and feed them from our quiet street, which was used for walkers from a suburban neighborhood.

We had people doing everything you said in the article, including dumping a 100 lbs of rotten zucchini and lawn clippings over the fence and into my horse pasture. I even had a lady walk up and into my big circle driveway and way over to my barn by my gate and standing there feeding my horses a big bag of carrots. When I came at her with mean words, she refused to leave. I came close to grabbing her but thought I’d be sued. I had my cell phone and immediately called the police. She slowly sauntered away, giving me dirty looks.

When my trimmer was in my driveway, parents with little kids would always ask if they could come over to the horses and watch. I’d say “no” and they would treat me like a horrible person. Tacking up my horses to ride they would ask if they could come in and pet my horses or hey how about if my little Johnny could ride one. I’d say “no. we are not a petting zoo.” Instead of saying “Oh Sorry,” they’d act entitled and insulted. It’s really the way of the world these days and boy do I miss the 70s when people were not entitled and their kids were given clear rules to follow.

I saw a mom holding their toddler up with grass they picked to feed the 2 horses across the street and yelled at them that the owners were not home and they would not like you doing that. Again, no apologies, just -- my kid wants to feed the horse and he’s ok. Then me standing in the street giving them the lecture about law suits and disfigurement and them walking away looking at me like I’m an idiot. They came back the next day and did it again but the owner was home and came yelling at them.

Finally I got tired of these annoying people and I hot wired the top of the horse fence, put signs every two feet in bright orange with “caution electric fence.” In between these signs were signs do not feed the horses and then I planted a prickly painful bush two feet in front of the fence. When I saw them going around the corner of the fence I put up the best sign ever, “Beware Poison Ivy.”

Why do we have to do this?

Your article was super great and it reminded me that I need to put one sign up near my neighbor’s house that says “Do Not Feed the Horses” because I’ve seen some little kids come over staring at the horses.

Karla Walsh

Arenas Valley



Heartbroken in Maryland

I hope I am not bothering you, but I read your piece in Desert Exposure, “Look, Don’t Touch,” crying all the way through. You see, I had to place my horse in a rescue, because the neighbor refused to keep her grandson’s hands away from my fence. We were struggling and we were told by the local HS if Bramble (my horse) bit that child, we were liable. What? I begged his grandmother to keep him away. I had quit smoking to be able to keep my horse after my husband lost his job (he found another quickly but less pay). I LOVED that horse. He was a part of what made me who I am and now he is gone because the laws today protect the guilty.

I had horses for 50 years prior to that. Then this kid started throwing things at Bramble, I caught him, but his grandmother is the type if she does not see it, it does not happen. I also caught an adult teasing him (I live close to the road) and Bramble was trying to bite him, and this guy was a cop! Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on like this, but even after three years it is still very painful. Your article needs to be seen by more people. I am sure people who do this with horses won’t get it as it seems to be the way of the world today.

Susan Noyes





Other correspondence in this issue:
A letter from Spain, and a new Postcard from the Edge



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