This scene of a horse on a manure hill caught our attention last Sunday as we drove back from the Veterans Cemetery. Mary said it looked like the picture we have of The End of the Trail. It can be compared a bit, but the famous portrait has a defeated looking Indian sitting on the horse that doesn't look in any better health. I went back this morning to snap the picture; it is only about a half-mile south of our place.
This particular herd of horses numbers to a couple hundred or so. I don't know what plans the owners have for collecting so many in one bunch, but it could be slaughter. They could soon be slaughtered again because Congress lifted its five year old ban on funding horse meat inspections. No dollars were appropriated though to fund inspections so I don't know where that leaves the situation.
The last U. S. slaughterhouse butchering horses closed in 2007 in Illinois. If it or any others begin butchering again, animal welfare activists have promised to protest.
I have never tasted horsemeat, but apparently lots of people have. It's often been said that the French eat it. I don't know. I remember reading in Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls of how there was always a pot of horsemeat stew cooking in the cave where the partisans hid out in the Spanish Civil War.
This particular herd of horses numbers to a couple hundred or so. I don't know what plans the owners have for collecting so many in one bunch, but it could be slaughter. They could soon be slaughtered again because Congress lifted its five year old ban on funding horse meat inspections. No dollars were appropriated though to fund inspections so I don't know where that leaves the situation.
The last U. S. slaughterhouse butchering horses closed in 2007 in Illinois. If it or any others begin butchering again, animal welfare activists have promised to protest.
I have never tasted horsemeat, but apparently lots of people have. It's often been said that the French eat it. I don't know. I remember reading in Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls of how there was always a pot of horsemeat stew cooking in the cave where the partisans hid out in the Spanish Civil War.
