|Merlin's story isn't quite so complicated as Arthur's. It was
a case of simple awe at the lovely boy before me.
On October 19, 1994, I drove to the feedlot to take photographs of a specific horse. I walked from pen to pen looking at the horses there that day. In one of the far pens were eight grey Arabian mares that had been dumped by a local breeder. In the same paddock was a gelding ... an absolutely exquisite gelding with the face of an equine angel. He was kind but very shy.
During the next several hours, I continued to find myself drawn back to that pen where he was, off by himself. The huge, kind eye, four high white socks, and a large blaze. A long, thick mane and tail of black, copper, and silver streaks (I still find him more beautiful a horse than I ever dreamed of owning) -- what a sight he was!
Before I left that day I told the horsetrader, "DO NOT SHIP HIM -- GIVE ME TWO WEEKS TO RAISE THE MONEY." Ten days later, Merlin came "home" ...
This photo was taken the day I found him at the kill pens ...
Could YOU have walked away from him?
|Arabian Horse Rescue Network
P.O. Box 4603
Sunland, CA 91041-4603