BLM budget process

24 02 2011

There has been a lot of talk lately about the upcoming BLM budget process, initiated (I think?) by Rep. Dan Burton’s address in the U.S. House a few weeks ago.

I got this alert this morning (as I’m sure many did) from the American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign: http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/6931/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5664

It’s a complicated issue, and it’s going to be more complicated when I tell you what it means to Spring Creek Basin. If BLM doesn’t get funding, our roundup this fall won’t happen. Now I don’t quite understand the government budget/funding cycle, and when our roundup was scheduled last year – last budget cycle? – I don’t understand why it’s not funded in this current budget cycle. But our district ranger, acting as herd area manager until one replaces our retired manager, just told me that if Congress does not pass a budget for 2011 and passes only a continuing resolution for the remainder of the year, we would not have the funding for a roundup.

So here it is: Denial of this budget will have a local impact: It will cancel our roundup. Devastating? Maybe not (?). A huge setback? Absolutely.

Why am I so excited about LBC’s roundup this year being canceled and so adamant that ours go on as planned? Because LBC’s was canceled BECAUSE PZP has limited the population growth there. Ours is growing – still growing – and we don’t have a PZP program in place to begin to approach LBC’s success! We’ll end up with about 90-95 horses this year … which would mean ~128 horses next year (based on my knowledge of the horses).

To start, forget the genetic “number.” Whatever it is, it’s moot. Spring Creek Basin is a fenced >22,000 acres. (Most? All? HMAs are fenced or cut off by natural boundaries? We have both.) It’s a finite area with extremely limited resources. The population of 110-120 horses at the 2007 roundup was lean. Some horses/bands were driven outside the boundaries of the herd area to find water and forage – over/through fences. How desperate is that? What would be the condition of 128 horses??? I DON’T WANT TO KNOW – because I can guess. Emotionally, I HATE the mere thought of the roundup this fall. Realistically, I would rather the horses be in good to great condition to withstand the helicopter than in poor to starving condition …

Spring Creek Basin is a drop in the Wild Horse & Burro Program. But consider this: In the proposal I wrote last year asking BLM to implement an annual PZP darting program in Spring Creek Basin, I calculated that horses from Spring Creek Basin NOT sent to long-term holding would save the government (taxpayers) at least $2.25 million over their lifetimes in holding (at $20,000 per horse’s lifetime, according to Tom Gorey; it’s $2,500 per horse per year according to Rep. Burton’s address). We can achieve that with PZP to limit Spring Creek Basin’s herd population growth, to limit roundups to one per decade rather than three per decade.

Yes, we’re a drop in the program – and that’s lifetime, not per year. But what if this was the tale inΒ  multiple herd management areas and wild horse ranges … Little Book Cliffs, Pryor Mountain, McCullough Peaks, Spring Creek Basin and more? How many $millions ($billions over the long term?) would BLM – the government – taxpayers save? How many horses would we save? How many not-born mustangs would NOT go to long-term holding … how many mustangs would live wild on their home ranges?

So how do I/we comment on the budget process? What comment makes the most (realistic) impact? What comment funds our necessary roundup (see the numbers and reasoning above) and implements an annual fertility program in Spring Creek Basin – to start us on the road to the success seen by Little Book Cliffs?

Stopping traumatic roundups is a good goal, but SOMETHING has to be in place to then limit reproduction … leading to what BLM deems “excess.” Wait … what BLM deems? The monsters, right? Re-read what I wrote above: Spring Creek Basin is FENCED. Its resources are LIMITED. In addition to mustangs, it supports – in limited, seasonal quantities – mule deer, elk, pronghorn antelope and cattle (yes, a limited number of cattle, for three months of the year when water – as snow – is (usually) plentiful), as well as coyotes, black bears, mountain lions (rare, I have seen a track), ravens, eagles (golden and bald), owls, kestrels, bluebirds – others – badgers (caught by my wildlife cam!) … What does that have to do with BLM? Monstrosity? No. That’s simply the law of reality … of nature (as fenced by man, which simply ain’t gonna change).

“Let nature take its course …” Who has seen nature in her course? Fortunately (!!), Bones and her half-born foal are the only end-of-nature bodies I’ve seen (equine, that is). Since I’ve been documenting the horses, I don’t know the causes of the foal mortalities (other than Bones’ foal), and the mares other than Bones and one mare that likely died of a catastrophic injury have been elderly girls. Fortunately, I haven’t witnessed Spring Creek Basin horses at the brink of (or past) starvation – but I’ve heard firsthand accounts from people who have. I can’t stand by and watch nature take its course on a fenced range with otherwise healthy horses, and BLM is legally obligated to disallow starvation. Is (lack of) funding going to stop that process?

LBC’s roundup was canceled because growth stopped. Spring Creek Basin’s population is still growing.

On how many other ranges is this the story? I don’t know, I know it only here.

Now what?

I want the bulk of BLM’s Wild Horse & Burro Program budget to go to managing mustangs in the wild. That’s a better goal than “stop the roundups.” In our case, PZP will cost a few hundred dollars a year because of our small population and small number of mares. How much better would it be if the bulk of the budget BLM gets for managing wild horses went to fertility control and a smaller amount – because of fewer necessary? – went to roundups and removals? Will we eliminate mustangs in long-term holding? I don’t know … but as at least a short-term goal, wouldn’t it be better to have more horses wild than in any kind of holding at all – as opposed to the other way around?

To save the majority – here – some horses must be removed. That’s the end result of current management. If we can then start better management, hoorah!

I wish there was a neat way to wrap up this package, this issue, this post. I’ve been trying to get there the last several paragraphs. But it reflects the realities of wild horse management. There’s not a neat way to wrap it up. PZP isn’t perfect. Is it better than the roundup/remove option? Obviously, that’s my stand.

(Not) the end.





The best kind of argument for PZP

23 02 2011

So our roundup is scheduled for Sept. 17-21 this fall. Little Book Cliffs, which had its last roundup less than a month after ours in 2007, was scheduled for a roundup Sept. 17-21 this fall.

Read carefully: The Little Book Cliffs roundup this fall has been canceled.

Canceled.

Now ask “why?” – and why am I doing a victory dance – not to mention the folks associated with the Little Book Cliffs herd?!

Can you guess?

How can you not?

Diamond Rio, Beauty, Chaca - 2008

Fertility control.

This will be the ninth (I’m pretty sure?) year Little Book Cliffs has administered native PZP to its mares, limiting births. There’s been no herd population growth since last year because of limited births and natural mortality. No change (particularly negative) in range condition.

Bandit - 2008

This is on-the-ground success toward a future that saves our mustangs. This is what saves BLM tight funds. This is how the proposed cut to BLM’s budget might affect future management: Stop spending massive amounts of money to round up and remove mustangs from the wild and warehousing them in corrals and Midwest pastures, and put a relatively low dollar amount toward fertility control to keep more horses in their wild Western homes.

Skylark - 2008

Little Book Cliffs doesn’t get the massive press of some other ranges. Why? Mutually respectful BLM-volunteer partnership? Lack of controversy? Public education? However quietly on the public scale, Little Book Cliff’s fertility control program has progressed from being a plan, a hope, an expectation and has become a success.

Roundup canceled (because of lack of population growth). Isn’t that what we’re working toward?

That’s what we’re working toward.

Congratulations, Little Book Cliffs! Keep doing what you’re doing!

Ruger -2008

(I think I updated my notes about horses’ names; Billie, please correct me if necessary!)





Random happiness

23 02 2011

Life got in the way of me posting yesterday (though I started one), so I didn’t quite make good on my promise to post every day for a week. The snow-weather that prevented weekend visits has given way to warm and wet (melting) weather now, so a visit to the basin this week may not be in my cards. The good news is I have a lot more photos from last week’s visit!

Here are some random images from the day that don’t necessarily fit into a “category” … they just are as they are.

Tenaz checks out some tasty morsel mama Piedra seems to have found.

Kestrel protested mildly, but Winona finally got her way.

Comanche – Kestrel and Winona were just up the hill to the right.

What a … stud! πŸ™‚ Isn’t he just wonderfully handsome?

Scenery interlude: All the near foreground is within Spring Creek Basin. The La Sal Mountains in the background are in Utah.

What caught my eye was that through-the-clouds spotlight on the mountains. A long lens is essential for photographing wildlife, and it’s also perfect for isolating parts of landscapes. The first two “layers” in the foreground are in Spring Creek Basin – the hills in front and the hills rising up behind. Then the next couple of layers are outside the basin, in Disappointment Valley. And the mountains beyond.

The entire foreground here is Spring Creek Basin.

Layers and layers of beauty

Fierro catches a snack surrounded by family – Sable just out of sight to the right.

More coming …





End-o-day girls

21 02 2011

That ol’ sun was on its eveningly trek when I started floating out of the basin, happy, exhausted, grin plastered across my face … I had looked some for Kreacher’s band because I had seen them at the base of Filly Peak from the corral hill the day before, and I was sure they were in the area, maybe on the backside of Filly, where they were the day I spotted them with Corona reunited.

My absolute first rule of visiting the basin is “no agenda.” I learned very early on that I can’t go out with an agenda of seeing so-and-so or such-and-such or even getting to such-a-place … because something WILL come up and change whatever “plans” I made. For better (mostly) or “worse” (rarely), the best thing you can do is go with an open mind and open plans to ENJOY. Enjoy whatever comes up or along, enjoy whoever appears for a visit. When I first arrived, I spotted Chrome’s out on corral hill, right at the top where the trail comes up, and I thought, “I’ll have another quick look here, then I’ll zoom over there and hike up and have a visit with those ponies.” And then I spotted backs – Hollywood’s back, Kestrel’s and Winona’s backs (though I didn’t know it right then) – and that zoom-around never happened. Luckily for me.

(My second rule – which fuzzes a little depending on the actual situation – is DO NOT DEFY THE DAMP. I know people think I’m paranoid, but I’ve been stuck in the basin just once (and it wasn’t even wet), and I plan (!) to keep it that way.)

Having no agenda, no plan, no expectations, results in true enjoyment, I think. (Though I will say that, even with no expectation of what would or might happen Wednesday, I was rather disappointed … which I’m sure contributed to Thursday’s WOW visit!) It has worked for me, in any case.

And so, when I was slowing dragging myself out of the basin for the drive home, not wanting to leave, reflecting on the day, the horses, the visits, the light, the wind like the breath of life, the struggle against the mud, the euphoria … when I saw Kreach up at the bend, I just had to stop a minute. When I wasn’t looking, there they were.

Corona had just “spooked” at something on the ground and hopped straight up and sideways. I wish I’d caught her in mid-hop! Don’t you love that exquisite halo of light?

Here, Corona and Kootenai have found a little depression with a patch of snow still lingering. Corona is not a careful enjoyer of snow …

She had just finished nipping at Kootenai in a most unladylike way – which Koot took perfectly in stride. I just couldn’t get over that divine light on their fuzzy coats.

Just a sliver of light still slipping through a dip in the rimrock …

So adorable with just a bit of snow-froth still on her lower lip …

Raven in last light

It goes so quickly, that light … but there’s still a whisper of it remaining … Corona seems to be checking out mama’s belly, but what she’s really doing is pressing mama’s willingness to let her nurse – which is nil, according to mama, who continued on after Kreacher in the next moment.

Basic rule: Follow the horses’ lead – live in “the moment.” Those moments, however fleeting, are gorgeous.





Some girls

20 02 2011

Can’t ignore the girls …

Iya will be 3 in late April, and I’m definitely expecting a baby out of that belly.

Iya and her best friend, Baylee. Bayles will be 4 … if she’s carrying a foal, she’s hiding it as well as Kestrel did last year.

Winona and mama Kestrel

Kestrel

Baby ‘Nona … growing up. I was looking at some older pix recently, and it’s amazing how much she looks like Kestrel when she was little. OK, probably not so amazing after all. πŸ™‚

Sweetest.

Winona

Hannah

Ember. She wasn’t as interested in me as in continuing her nap in the sunshine.

Curious Sable

Baylee

Iya and Baylee

Piedra

Raven at sunset. Looks like she’s growing a baby, too.

More girls – and boys – coming!





This just in

19 02 2011

It’s thundering – and RAINING – in Durango! I think I’m in the twilight zone … Isn’t this Colorado? Isn’t it February?

From weather.com at 2:45 p.m. Saturday:

The basin is northeast of Dove Creek, almost a straight shot south of Naturita. That line is pretty prominent to be Disappointment Creek, but it seems to mimic the flow of the creek (as opposed to the bigger Dolores River) … but it’s weird that Egnar, of all places, is on the map, and the town of Dolores is not. If it is Disappointment Creek, see the bend where it goes from NW-SE to basically E-W? Northish of that bend is the basin (if that is, indeed, Disappointment Creek).

Thanks to all you dancers … Chris … I know how much you needed a visit … Maybe it will turn to snow and you’ll get in after all! Here’s hoping!





Some boys

19 02 2011

Tenaz and his daddy, Hollywood

Comanche

Fierro

Hook (it was very windy!)

Pinon

Pinon, Fierro and Hook

Sage in a rare moment of looking at me long enough to set, focus and fire my camera!

Tenaz (check out the mud splattered on his face – such a little boy!) – I see you, peek-a-boo boy!

Hollywood – I love that light illuminating his eye.

Kreacher. I loved that light enveloping the horses. He’s right at the edge of the road … Raven, Corona and Kootenai are to the left. They’ve found a bit of snow, and they’re getting their fill like kids at the neighborhood ice cream truck. Kreach stood here so quietly … he never moved a step from when I first saw him from the Jeep. Talk about a passive leader (I think I mentioned him in an earlier post where I was referring to Beautiful Mustang’s recent posts) … so calm. So confident. So young (still relatively dark).

Just as the sun slipped over the edge of the world, the girls were finishing their snow and making their way toward him. That was his cue – was he just waiting for them that whole time? – and he started off up the road. Stopped once to leave a pile, which the girls investigated thoroughly (?), then on up the road and finally up the hill at the next bend. They grazed not far off the road when I slipped past them … the basin covered in shadow – light just on the upper ridges of the eastern boundary, McKenna’s point, the promontory’s rocky face. Kreacher does lead … and his girls do follow him.

All these boys … so amazing.





Messy mud and glorious beauty

18 02 2011

That’s my right boot, covered in mud. It’s hard to see the distinction of mud on my boot and where the ground is, but there’s a thick layer on both sides (and my heel) and up on the toe. (Anyone trying to lose weight? Come quick, while the weights – I mean mud – are/is still plentiful!) I’m not tall enough to be able to focus on the ground with my camera to my face, so I’m holding the camera over my head and aiming at the general direction. Messy mud. πŸ™‚ Every step was a slide backwards of 3 to 6 inches, depending on just how saturated and recently melted the snow was in any given area – not to mention sinking an inch or 2 deep. But it was the best slog I’ve ever had!

Some more pix I’ve tweaked so far, in no particular order … (I am so, so, SO glad I decided to go ahead back out!):

Iya, left, and Baylee. Iya is definitely pregnant … Baylee should be, but it’s hard to tell. Hollywood’s band.

Little Fierro, in Hook’s band. Doesn’t he have the most awesome star with that little comet-tail?

Handsome Comanche, pausing photogenically in front of the La Sals.

Another grey day here today. How thankful am I for yesterday?! I don’t believe I’m going overboard gushing about how gorgeous yesterday was and the visits I had with these horses (three different bands – rare this winter). I’m going to try to get some pix up every day this week; I think I have enough for that!





The voice of reason

17 02 2011

Sometimes I hear a voice. Sometimes I listen to it … sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I worry it’s not the voice of intuition but the voice I want to hear and claim it’s intuition.

While that may or may not make sense … today, I heard that voice, and today I listened.

And today was a 180 from yesterday.

Teaser:

This was taken literally moments before the sun disappeared, just a stone’s throw from where the elk were bedded down at the base of Filly Peak yesterday (yes, sunshine – so much for the forecast).

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous day, as gorgeous today as yesterday was grey.

I’m thankful for that voice … I’m thankful for listening … I’m thankful for the ponies that shared part of their gorgeous day with me!





Well … elk

16 02 2011

I’m still missing my ponies. The road is not awful – I did get in. The road is not good – I didn’t get very far in. The bands I saw were pretty far … but something caught my eye that I can’t confirm yet but hopefully soon.

The walking was worse than the driving, and wet, saturated, sloppy mud is my weakness. At 9 a.m., the temperature was a whopping 49 degrees! By 11:30, it was 51 … and spitting snow. Not rain. Snow. It was blowing – did I mention it felt like March? – so it wasn’t sticking except for half a second where it landed, where I confirmed they were, in fact, snow flakes. We are looking for snow, according to our forecast. And it’s February – on the west flank of the Rocky Mountains. It’s SUPPOSED to be cold. Snow is SUPPOSED to be on the ground. Still need some dancin’ … πŸ™‚

So I have no pix of horses … Instead, I give you another type of four-leggeds that very briefly, seasonally, migrate through the basin:

The line across the bottom is the road. The elk are at the base of Filly Peak. That’s a northish-facing hill – hence the snow – and the reason I didn’t drive down there (that, and the elk). Very melty. Very soft.

The elk were bedded down when I drove into view and stopped so I could scan across the basin for horses. They all got up (at least one tired girl wasn’t too worried) … but I didn’t drive any closer, and when I turned around to head out, they had mostly all laid back down!

Just outside the basin’s boundary (on private land), I stopped to let a spike bull, yearling and cow across the road … then realized a BIG bunch were heading up a hill from below the level of the road:

Quite a crowd.

Running through Disappointment Creek. (Note how UNFROZEN it is.)

I was shooting through the window of the Jeep. They went up another hill, flowed over the fence like a great brown mass (unfortunately, my view was mostly blocked by willows or tamarisk or some other shrubby trees), across the road in front of me and up the other hill and out of sight. Within a few minutes, they were all gone.

Wider view. (Note the lack of snow on this hill – south-facing.)

We need snow. I like it when mud season comes later, and I like it when it comes after a lot more snow. πŸ™‚