Category Archives: OBX Wild Horses

To The Beach!

Our beautiful winter weather is continuing. Yesterday, we had sunny skies and temps in the upper 50’s.

So Motor Man and I headed to Carova beach to see “my” horses. We saw 14, including this one with the most unusual facial markings: I believe “blaze” is the correct terminology. I’m not sure if it has a name, “Lone Ranger” would be appropriate. I can say with certainty that we’ve never see this horse before.

Nearby was this furry one, whose blaze is in the shape of a heart. Perfect for upcoming Valentine’s Day. And there’s a shadow AND a reflection.

This beauty came right up to us as we sat in our vehicle. Note that there was a fence separating us. I don’t think he cared much about that “no trespassing” sign.

And he rather quickly became bored with us. Once again, these photos were taken with the zoom lens of my camera.

It was quiet on the beach, not many other folks taking advantage of the weather.

But another perfect day trip for us.

~These Days Of Mine~

Eight Years Of Wild Horses

That little “Memory” feature on Facebook is really nice. It’s fun to see what you’ve posted in past years on any given date.

Recently, my Facebook memories showed that our first ever horse “tour” was this week in 2012.  Our friends, Bev and Bill, took us to see the horses in Carova.  When we visited their beach house,  I had seen beautiful framed photos Bev had taken of the  horses on their previous trips.

Motor Man took this picture of me on that trip. As I recall, we saw seven horses that day. And I was hooked.

Fast forward to yesterday. Motor Man and I celebrated the eighth anniversary of going to see “my” wild horses. And this time, we saw 16.

They really have their winter woolies on right now. Just look at that thick coat. (Disclaimer: this picture was taken using a zoom lens. I wasn’t nearly as close as it appears.)

Nearby was this black beauty that I’m guessing is a stallion. I love the sunlight on his mane.  He was on alert, because he’d just heard a whinny from an as-yet-unseen horse.

Uh-oh, here comes double trouble.

I was able to capture a quick video, but I apologize for the quality. It’s just difficult to know where to aim the camera when horses are galloping and whinnying all around you. (It was so exciting, but I was hunkered down safe between my door and our vehicle.)

Here’s my take on the video:  the black stallion and five other horses had been happily minding their own business, when the other two came walking up the path. Now, as you can imagine, I’ve looked at this video several times. I LOVE the way the one comes running up to the scene. I’m guessing that’s a stallion, and I may be wrong, but the other one almost appears to be expecting a little one? The third horse to run by me was the black stallion, and you can see him going directly to his harem to protect them from possibly being stolen by the other stallion.

 

It was a wonderful day to celebrate eight years of wild horse sightings. Thanks, Bev: you two definitely started something (wonderful).

And thanks to my Motor Man for his patience while I take picture after picture after picture….. ALL. THESE. YEARS.

~These Days Of Mine~

Raymond, Wild Horses, And One Poor Sunfish

Last weekend, Motor Man and I attended the Corolla Wild Horse Fund Open House at their rescue facility.

The organization hosts these events once or twice each year. They’re wonderful opportunities for their fans and supporters to meet the staff and volunteers AND see some of the horses who now call the rescue farm home.

This time the focus was on Raymond, the mule.  You may recall my recent post in which I shared that Raymond was removed from the beach because of concerns for his health.

Raymond presented some challenges to the CWHF staff members once he arrived at the farm. They realized right away that he needed a “Raymond-proof” enclosure, which they set about building immediately.

They are pleased to report that Raymond is now all settled in and adapting well to the domestic life.

During the time we were there, he completely ignored his adoring public and munched happily on a pile of hay.

Wagon rides were offered, so you know Motor Man and I bought a ticket. The horse was a Percheron named Angel.

 

Earlier in the week, I shared this picture of us in that cute wagon.

In the past, I’ve written about Amadeo, the wild Corolla/Carova stallion that was  blinded years ago during a fight with another stallion. One night, bystanders saw him wandering into the ocean. Thankfully, he was able to get footing on a sandbar, and was rescued by heroes from Ocean Rescue.  Amadeo is now living the good life at the farm and is quite the sweet, old gentleman.

After visiting the horses at the farm, we drove on to Carova to see their cousins still living in the wild. I took this with my zoom lens, and was tickled when she looked my way, right on cue.

For sale?  Yes, I’ll take it. (Just kiddin’, Motor Man.)

During a recent coastal storm, some disturbing “debris” washed up on shore. I’d seen a picture, posted by a Facebook friend who lives in Carova, of this dead sunfish. But it was amazing to see the size of it in person.

From Wikipedia, I learned that adult sunfish weigh between about 550 and 2200 pounds.

I was windblown and wearing no lipstick, but in much better shape than this poor fish

No indeed, I was not touching it, but look at the size of its face compared to my hand. (Something about its mouth looks almost human to me…..ick.)

From the beauty of the wild horses (AND Raymond), to the not-so-pretty of a dead fish washed up on the beach, our trip was definitely not boring.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Rainy, Sunny Sunday

Motor Man and I hadn’t been to the Outer Banks for a few weeks, so even though yesterday’s weather forecast was iffy, we took a chance.

And we had a very interesting day.  First we had menacing clouds over the ocean.

But, then we had some blue sky.  There would be rain, then some sun, then rain again, then sun again.

We saw fourteen horses. Not a huge number, but not too shabby for this time of year.

Something had this handsome guy’s attention.

And, after a very changeable weather day, we came home to this amazing sunset.

The weather: it was a-changing…all day.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Raymond: Relocated

Most of you recall my mentioning Raymond, the mule, from Carova Beach, many times here on the blog.

Among the herd of 75-100 wild Spanish Mustangs in Carova, Raymond is the only mule.  It’s estimated that he’s in his twenties.

Raymond has become quite the celebrity, and everyone loves seeing him when they visit the beach.

Last Sunday morning (Sept. 29), Motor Man and I were on our way to Carova, and as we were driving through the village of Corolla (prior to  the 4-wheel-drive beach), we saw a horse trailer. That’s not something you normally see in a beach town.  And then I noticed a sign on the trailer:  Corolla Wild Horse Fund.  So we knew something was going on….

As it turns out, Raymond and his harem have been escaping the 4-wheel drive area and grazing in the village of Corolla.  This is not good for several reasons. The folks driving in Corolla are not expecting horses (or a mule) to be walking in the street.

Plus, the pavement is not ideal for their hooves, Raymond’s especially.

The reason they’ve been leaving the beach is because their area has been flooded since Hurricane Dorian. So they’re looking for food, and the well manicured lawns in Corolla have provided them plenty of options.

Sadly, Raymond’s hooves were in such bad shape that CWHF made the difficult decision last Sunday morning to remove him from the beach.

He’s now a resident of the CWHF rescue farm. And he seems to be adapting nicely.  Their  Facebook page has provided many in-depth updates on Raymond. His fans all greatly appreciate being kept informed about this beloved old mule.

Corolla Wild Horse Fund photo

So, CWHF has had quite the expenditures recently to (quickly) build a fence to contain Raymond (he’s VERY stubborn and and quite the escape artist), as well as reinforcing the walls in his shelter and providing a nice soft, sand floor for his hooves.

The Fund is a 501 C-3 non-profit, and  if you’d like to donate to help out a good-ol’-boy mule named Raymond, here’s the link:

Support the Horses

Corolla Wild Horse Fund photo

And Raymond says: “thank ya”!

~These Days Of Mine~

 

And The Winner Is!

You may recall my blog post back in March where I announced a giveaway regarding the Corolla Wild Horse Fund 2020 calendar photo contest. The link to that post is here.

And….I am honored, once again, to have had TWO of my photos chosen for next year’s calendar.

This will be the June, 2020 photo (appropriate, since my birthday is in June):

You may also recall my post from a couple of weeks ago in which I sadly noted that the horse in the above photo was Joaquin. Joaquin was recently injured when trying to cross through a barbed wire fence and had to be euthanized because of those injuries. The 2020 calendar was already being printed at that time.

And this will be the November, 2020 photo:

So, for those of you who left a comment on my blog post choosing one of these photos, I assigned a number to your name and asked Motor Man to randomly select a number.

The winner will receive this little “prize package”, which includes a key chain, a packet of “Sandy Hooves” tea (by ‘Tea By The Sea’), the 2020 CWHF calendar,  a CWHF mug, postcard, and a black stallion magnet, all purchased at the Corolla Wild Horse Museum in Corolla, NC.

And the winner of this giveaway is: Joyce F in Kansas. I have notified Joyce by email that she is the winner.

Thank you to all my readers who participated. I’ve already started selecting possible photos for the 2021 CWHF calendar.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

To “Tide” Us Over

As I mentioned in Monday’s post, although the Outer Banks wasn’t hit directly by Hurricane Dorian, they still had lots of rain, strong winds and high tides. Friends of ours who live in the area have posted pictures of the roads in the 4-wheel-drive area.  Motor Man and I have decided that we will wait a while before we go back to visit.

So, I’m looking back on recent photos of “my” wild horses to pass the time until we can return.

And today, I’m featuring Raymond, the mule.  Yes, among the herd of between 75 and 100 wild horses, there’s one mule.  Raymond.  And everyone loves him.

His exact age isn’t known, but he’s been there a LONG time. Raymond’s the one on the far right.  Can you see his ears?

Here’s a close-up:

As far as everyone can tell, Raymond is a happy mule.  He’ll have a harem of mares, then lose them to a stallion, then steal another harem.  He’s quite the scrapper when it comes to fighting with those stallions. We’ve witnessed that in person.

So I suppose you could say that he blends right in with the herd.

We were happy to see photos posted of Raymond taken after the hurricane and know that he survived just fine, as did the horses.

Hang on, Raymond, we’ll be back to see you and your buddies as soon as possible.

~These Days Of Mine~