January 22, 2012 It's late here at A Place of Peace, the rain falls gently, and when we step outside, we're greeted by the gentle knicker of a wild mother mare who recognises us as "The Ones Who Bring Food".   It's time for their last meal of the day, and the garden has been turned into a nursery for three mother mares and their little filly foals.  The house yard is quite large, and they go under the pine trees and the Hawthorn Tree, the little ones racing around with their tiny tails stuck high in the air.   They are so beautiful, and growing up in complete security, knowing that if they can't find mum, aunty is close by.  The mares are great mums, and very proud of their babies.  I shudder when I think these foals may never have been born, and their terrified mothers, killed horrifically in slaughter houses which should be shut down forever. During the day the wild horses graze peacefully in three herds.  Merlin the stallion has his herd which includes the baby … [Read more...]