Category Archives: OBX Wild Horses

“Carovovirus”

One of the Facebook pages I follow is that of Corolla Beach Music. Earlier this week, they posted this meme:

photo courtesy of Corolla Beach Music

(For those of you new to the blog, Carova is the northernmost beach of the Outer Banks of North Carolina and extends to the Carolina/Virginia state line: thus ‘Carova’. It is only accessible by 4-wheel-drive vehicles, and is home to a herd of nearly 100 wild horses.  Motor Man and I consider it our happy place, and make at least a couple of day trips there each month.)

Since we are now to practice social distancing, we thought Carova would the perfect place to visit this past weekend.

We saw seven horses, including this handsome guy. (Photo taken with zoom lens.)

Hopefully, the coronavirus will run its course quickly, affecting a minimum number of folks. We’re looking forward to things returning to normal.

But, til then, we’re good with our Carovavirus.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Remembering Amadeo

If you don’t recall my 2015 post about Amadeo, the rescued wild horse from Corolla, please click on this link, where you can read his amazing story.

When Motor Man, my friend, Donna, and I attended an open house at the Corolla Wild Horse Fund rescue farm the following year, we had the honor of meeting Amadeo.

Donna and I fell in love with that sweet, handsome gentleman.

Last November, Motor Man and I attended another open house at the facility, and I took this picture of Amadeo.  What a sweetheart.

Sadly, yesterday the Corolla Wild Horse Fund posted this  news on their Facebook page:

Several weeks ago Amadeo started to become increasingly stiff in his rear legs and hips, and had begun to slow down significantly. We’d been working with our vet to manage his pain and arthritis but despite our best efforts he fell on Friday night and was unable to get back up. His 40 year old body just couldn’t keep up with him anymore, and he died quickly and peacefully, and on his own terms. He was surrounded in love by his horse friends, Luna the barn kitty, his canine best friend Lucile, and our herd manager and trainer. Yesterday he was lovingly and respectfully buried in his pasture and sent off to run with his ancestors by many of the people who loved him and cared for him over the years.

And they shared this picture of Amadeo on the beach in his younger days.

photo by Corolla Wild Horse Fund

Run wild and free, sweet Amadeo.  You were loved by many.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Limited Access, But Enough

Motor Man and I were hesitant about going to the beach yesterday. That area had some heavy rain this past week, and we knew there would be lots of mud puddles. And by mud puddles, I mean flooded, impassable “streets”.

But we took a chance, deciding that we could at least drive on the beach, even if we couldn’t go behind the dunes (where most of the flooding takes place).

We only saw eight horses, but I was pleased with the pictures I was able to get.

Although it was chilly, it was a beautiful sunny day.

Isn’t this a striking horse? Love the blonde (flaxen) mane and the white feet.

This stallion looked our way as he crossed the road in front of us.  We, of course, were stopped to let them pass.

And then there was this one up on the dune.

Peek-a-boo.

As I was writing this post and thinking back on the day, I was reminded of these lyrics to a favorite (of mine) “oldie”:

“Hi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday-
This is my, my, my beautiful day.
When you say, say, say, say that you love me,
Oh my, my, it’s a beautiful day.”
(song lyrics by Daniel Boone and Rod McQueen)

~These Days Of Mine~

One Word Wednesday: Escape

ESCAPE

 

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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~