This is a tag from one of the horses, found amongst the remains. I have only explored the north east portion of the land. This is a lot of what borders our land. I do believe this: in the short time I've went through these hills, only 2 hours, and I put 10 miles on the 4 wheeler, trying not to miss any little pockets on the hills, covering each section of land the best I could - I do believe there are many more that 70 dead horses that died in Meduna's 'care'.
These are the remains of horses, but not in a pit. Not in 'the pit'. They lay only on the side of hill. An attempt to cover with hay, only to be exposed by wind, and drug out by predators. How amazing to see so much hay given to dead horses. In the court room, Meduna told the jurors that he did not cover the horses because he wanted to 'get to the bottom of it'.
Hillside piles. Not a pleasant thing to come across. Notice the mound? He didn't cover the horses? This hay covered who knows how many horses. How do I know? Because when I went to step upon the pile to take a picture of a hoof, the ground moved underneath my feet. Not like wavy moving, but like a sinking in, and that was mixed with a crunching sound. A sound of bones giving way, under the pressure of something on top of them. All over. The whole pile. I swallowed hard, and continued observing. Peeking up from underneath the hay, would be various bones, trying to protrude into the sunlight. How many were underneath? The only way one would know, would be to remove the hay. I was not ready for that. Not now.
What looks like a new burrowed home for some critter, at the expense of a horse's life. The hay had covered this rib cage, along with many others; bones peaked out from everywhere. How many were drug here before covered with hay?
One thing that really bothered me, besides all the needless death; was seeing the color/hair of the horse. I don't know why...maybe because so many will never be known or identified. But for some, there is a beautiful color left to their remains. I could capture whatever was left of them. Morbid as that sounds, the thought of having a pet (as our horses are) suffer through this was just almost unbearable. The skulls peeking up from their resting place under the hay. Hooves of all sizes. Many babies born. Many babies died.
Life taken, unfairly and before it's time.
What is their sad story? Off by themselves, a large skull and a small skull. I can only presume a mare had a baby. And somehow, however long it took; they both died together.