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The Ultimate Gift


As you all know, we lost our sweet little Chiquita on Thursday. But there is a little silver lining out of this loss. For those of you who don’t know, Chiquita was surrendered to us in October of 2014 by her owner, C. C adopted Chiquita from the BLM 23 or 24 years ago, when Chiquita was only a year or two old. And C boarded Chiquita for all these years, caring for her and loving her.
Earlier this month you saw that I posted about Chiquita and how she wasn’t doing well. C saw the post and texted me the most beautiful, heart-wrenching text I’ve ever received, saying that she didn’t deserve to come visit Chiquita but if I would allow, could she come spend time with her again before it was time to say goodbye? Of course we said yes in a heartbeat. And we assured C that she had done everything right by Chiquita, she shouldn’t feel guilty in any way, because if she hadn’t surrendered Chiquita, she likely wouldn’t have been able to live as long as she had. So C came to spend time with Chiquita. After a few years of not seeing each other, those two got to spend time with each other again, heads close, Chiquita munching on some carrots C had brought, just whispering little secrets to each other and remembering their happier days.
Then, on Thursday, C came out to be with her girl during her final moments. As sad as she was, she was so thankful to be with her and that she had a chance to say goodbye. Jim told her that when the sun rose the next morning, she’d see Chiquita leading the Great Herd across the sky. The doc and her assistant gave her a big part of her tail and mane and Shana very thoughtfully took down Chiquita’s name plate and gave it to her.
So, as tomorrow is Christmas Day, our sweet little girl will be pulling up that bright holiday sunrise with the Great Herd, leading the way with the essence of the desert herself Sonora, God’s warhorse Bentley, the medicine men Moose and Wild Bill, the gentle Venture and Dawnie, the Argentinian prodigy Ted, and our forever King John. She’ll be flying with the angels Akira and Steele and matching speed with the great Charlie. She is one with Secretariat and Barbaro and Man O’War and Ruffian. All others we have released to the Great Herd are there to greet her with a whinny and nudge.
Run fast, our tiny mustang. We’ll see you in the morning.


A Word On the California Fires


It’s a new day & there are some people who might need to see this, but haven’t as yet.
We can’t even begin to wrap our heads around the terror, pain & death that so many horses in SoCal are experiencing right now. Or, their two-leggeds’ on-going horror.
There’s so little that Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary can do for them right this minute. We don’t have a trailer nor extra hands to send their way.
Although we realize that it’s a long, long drive from SoCal to Phoenix, we will open our arena & our round pen & any other space we can to accommodate as many horses as we can.
We have plenty of food, supplements & helping hands here at the ranch.
Should this help anyone, please don’t hesitate to contact us at once.
May God be with you all.
Jim Gath

Giving Tuesday Success!


WOW, you guys.
The final numbers are in, and we raised $2,800 on Giving Tuesday!
Thanks to you, we were able to pay these vet bills from the past week or so. They total up to $3,014.42, nearly ALL of which is covered from our Giving Tuesday campaign! And for such a big number, it’s truly incredible to see us get so close.
You guys are truly amazing. And all of us here are grateful from the bottom of our hearts.
Thanks to you, Suze can receive another round of treatment for her cellulitis and Studley can get another professional wound care procedure for his summer sores (dang those flies!). Thanks to you, laminitic horses like Tater are walking better than ever and Rusty’s ulcerated eyes are nearly at full recovery.
We’re still catching up on October’s bills and continue to fundraise for food, labor, and facility upkeep costs (which – as you can imagine – are in the thousands each month). And so… It’s not too late to make a contribution if you would like to be a part of our end-of-the-year campaign!
Go to our website at tierramadrehorsesanctuary dot org/donate to make a gift to our herd! 100% of your donation goes to their health and happiness. And remember – your donation is tax-deductible!
Thank you to EVERYBODY who participated in our #GivingTuesday campaign. We are humbled, overjoyed, and honored to have you as part of our our family.
With gratitude,
Alexis and the Tierra Madre team

‘HORSE Day’ In Cave Creek


Join the Tierra Madre family while Jim and Alexis sign books (100% of proceeds go to the horses!) and talk about the horses that inspired them. Light refreshments will be served, and plenty of Tierra Madre paintings, pictures, and other fun stuff will be available for purchase (plus, a few lucky winners by take home stuff for free!). See you there!
First – The veterinarians of Chaparral Veterinary Medical Center will discuss a whole slew of issues that horses face – & how to deal with them (at Foothills Community Center, 10A-2P)
Second – A discussion & book signing with the leaders of Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary – Jim Gath & Alexis Roeckner Ferri (at American Legion Post #34 (7-9P)


What is Giving Tuesday?


Two weeks from today marks Giving Tuesday, a day of giving in which schools, churches, groups, businesses, and nonprofits all over the country participate. It is fueled by social media and in fact is picking up steam all over the globe.
In the craziness of the beginning of the holiday season we have Black Friday (or Black Friday weekend in some cases) as well as Cyber Monday. Those few days are usually about frantically getting the holiday shopping done, presents bought, food planned, homes decorated, clothes bought, travel tickets secured, and – if your family is anything like mine – listening to Christmas music at full blast while eating sugar cookies with reckless abandon.
Giving Tuesday is another, more selfless beast entirely.
The day after Cyber Monday and all the holiday madness is a day that offers you a unique opportunity to make a difference in the lives of those in need. Organizations everywhere participate in Giving Tuesday by setting a goal and asking their friends, donors, and supporters to participate in their campaign with a financial contribution in the amount of their choice. Alternatively, some organizations choose action over monetary campaigns and gather their supporters to a specific task, like feeding the hungry or passing out care bags at a hospital.
And you don’t have to belong to any particular group to participate! You can start a campaign all on your own, for the cause of your choice, by downloading the complete toolkit at Giving Tuesday dot org. (Type in the website in your browser as Facebook hides posts with links!)
Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary is participating in Giving Tuesday, and we are hoping to raise $10,000 on November 28th. Originally, the plan was for the money to go towards next year’s alfalfa costs. Now, with donations in decline and medical bills on the rise, we will be using every penny to cover medical bills during the months of October, November, and December. Anything leftover will be put in reserve for 2018 medical costs.
You see, the vast majority of the horses at Tierra Madre are no spring chickens. They are older and in need of more specialized, frequent, loving care that must be paid for. Some of the older crew gets along just fine with equioxx or glucosamine and a good trim every 6-8 weeks. Nary a complaint about some arthritis or creakiness.
And some others have some more complex problems and need more medicines and supplements, x-rays, trims from our specialized therapeutic farrier, and vet check ups. Chronic laminitis cases. Mysterious nasal discharge. Teeth issues. Cellulitis. Eye problems. Ulcers.
At Tierra Madre, our mission is to take the broken, the old, the sick, the abandoned, the ones no one wants. The ones that need some extra TLC but who offer so much richness to our lives with their worldly insight, their personalities, their wisdom. Their trust.
So, we hope you will join us two weeks from today as we embark on a 24 hour campaign to raise $10,000 for these horses without whom we cannot imagine our lives. Donations can be made in advance at our website, and a separate giving platform will be available on that day as well.
Why do you give to horses?



Yesterday, we announced the arrival of Abuela, a 40-year-old donkey who was abandoned along with three other donkeys many years ago on a plot of private land. All four of them were rescued at the beginning of August thanks to the involvement of Arizona Equine Rescue Organization and Triple R Horse Rescue.
I kept yesterday’s post short and sweet (sorta?) as not to overwhelm you all with a saga of a narrative that took place over the course of three weeks.
The story, though, is worth telling. It highlights just some of the crazy things those in equine rescue see and the complexity of rescue efforts. Above all, I think, it emphasizes the power of one individual. As you’ll read, just one person can change the course of innocent lives.
So grab a coffee and a donut or something and settle in, because this is a long one.
On July 27th, Tierra Madre got an email from a lady who works for a company. I’m bound to confidentiality here, so we’ll get super clever and call this company Company.
Company houses employees on rather obscure land to watch over certain components of their work. Over ten years ago, at one the sites at which Company keeps employees to watch over the way of their business, an employee brought his four donkeys to live with him.
The property, for a bit of scene-setting, is in the middle of private land only accessible by employees of Company. There are one or two houses within the land, some small, fenced in grassy areas next to the homes, and alongside one of the houses is an enclosed 12-acre lot upon which the employee let his donkeys roam while he worked in the house. This 12-acre lot consists of thick mesquite trees that created several acres of shade, palo verdes, desert brush, an occasional cactus, and – on the very edge of the property closest to the house – a concrete tub of water hooked up to an automatic system.
Anyway, over ten years ago, this Company employee moved off the land and left his donkeys on this lot.
The next Company employee to live at the house seemingly cared for the donkeys. Over time, she trained them to walk from wherever they were hiding on the huge plot of land to the front of the gates, by the employee house, whenever she rung a bell that she’d placed over their automatic waterer.
While these four donkeys were left to themselves most of the time, this employee would occasionally feed them carrots or treats and – I hope – give them some decent human interaction.
After some time that employee left too. And the donkeys were left to survive on their own for many years.
They ate the mesquite pods (which they loved since they’re pure sugar) and the palo verde leaves. They drank out of an increasingly filthy water tub. They truly only had each other. Even now that the donkeys are safe, I still imagine them huddling together at night under the stars, keeping each other company as they slept.
Now, the lady who contacted Tierra Madre at the end of July has worked for Company for years. We’ll call her Angel, because she truly is one.
The big boss at Company informed Angel and the other employees who frequented the area around the employee house that the donkeys kept to themselves and didn’t need to be bothered. “They eat whatever’s out there in the desert,” he apparently told Angel, referring to the mesquite seed pods and leaves. “They’ve lived on their own for years. They’re fine.”
But Angel, despite not knowing about donkeys or any equines for that matter, got a glance at the donkeys from far away and became concerned about them. She thought at one point she saw that one of them had curled up feet. Despite her boss’s insistence that the donkeys were fine and the nonchalant attitude of her fellow employees, she looked up horse sanctuaries and rescues, found us, shot us an email, and asked if anyone could help four donkeys in what was truly a sticky situation. She wasn’t totally sure if they needed to be rescued, she said in her email, but after knowing that no one was caring for them anymore, she wanted to make sure they truly were fine, as the Company boss said.
After reading her email, I called Angel as soon as I could and ended up talking to her for over an hour. We talked about her work, the Company land, her role at Company, the donkeys… bless that lady for her patience! I asked questions about their weight, their poop, their feet…you name it. She answered as best she could.
I got to know what truly is a genuine and kind person, but I also learned that besides being involved in some sticky work politics at Company, Angel risked losing her job if she made a fuss about the donkeys, or called in the media or a rescue team, or accused her boss of neglecting them. The problem was that the boss was technically responsible for them as he was in charge of Company, and for us to do anything at all, the boss would have to sign them over to Tierra Madre. Otherwise, we’d have to go through the Arizona Department of Agriculture and file them in as strays, which would mean trouble. And Angel had to stay in Company’s good graces so she could keep putting food on her table.
“We’re going to have to be very discreet about this,” I told Angel as I sat in my car talking to her on the phone that night, “but I want to go look at the donkeys myself. Is there any way I can get on that property to see them?”
She got quiet, but only for a moment. “Here’s what we’ll do,” she said. “Can you meet me at my house? I have to unlock the gates to get us in. They know my car, they’ll know it’s just me. If you were to drive behind—”
“It’d look suspicious,” I said. “Totally get it.”
“But if you were driving with me, I could say I have a friend with me and we’re just going to give carrots to the donkeys.”
We made a plan to do just this the next day, a Friday, and she ran it by another employee who okayed the plan. And so, just over 12 hours later, I found myself being driven on a rickety road to the middle of nowhere, onto private, gated property with nothing around us but wild desert.
Earlier that morning I’d talked to the lady who runs our network of rescues and sanctuaries in Arizona, who began putting a plan in motion to find someone who could both haul and take the donkeys once we got the okay from the Company boss, somehow. I’d been instructed to find out whether they were jacks or jennies and what condition they were in. As someone who runs a sanctuary, see, I had no idea how a rescue worked.
After a 25-minute drive into the desert, Angel and I pulled up to the house for Company employees, which was being renovated or something for the next employee to live there. By the time we got to the property, it was around 11am, humid, and hotter than hell.
“So there’s the entrance to the lot,” Angel said as she parked the car. We got out, grabbed the carrots, and as we started walking, she pointed past the small, enclosed area that made up what was essentially the house’s back yard to wild land that disappeared into the mesquite trees in the distance. “They’re never up by the gate, they’re usually hiding…”
“Is that the water?” I asked, spotting a concrete tub right by the fence separating the backyard from the 12 acres of desert. She nodded.
“And that’s the bell that’s on top, there. We’ll ring that first… it usually takes them about ten or fifteen minutes to walk up….”
I looked at their water and recoiled. It was green, with slimy sides and thick layers of algae floating on top along with dirt, dead bugs, and god knew what else. If I’d put my hand under the slime it would have vanished. The Roman Baths were cleaner.
I turned to Angel, who looked disgusted.
“This is absolutely unacceptable,” I said. “This is their only water?”
“I think so,” she replied. “And it actually looks cleaner than it did the last time I saw it. They must have put bleach in it or something.”
I bit back a furious stream of swearing and instead took my phone out and took some pictures while Angel rung the bell. “I’m glad to hear you say it’s bad,” she told me. “[Company boss] told all of us the donkeys were fine. I just didn’t think they were.”
“You definitely did the right thing, contacting us,” I said, and I meant it. “Can we hop the fence?”
We hopped the fence, then we waited. Angel had said it could take up to ten or fifteen minutes for the donkeys to get to the front of the lot after hearing the bell, but I was too impatient to find them and started climbing through the trees after a few minutes. Angel, bless her, walked with me.
We only had to walk for ten minutes. While in a patch of trees that were spread far enough apart for me to stand up straight (other areas of the land involved walking hunched over as to not scrape our heads), I spotted two of the donks.
The first one I saw was a shaggy brown. Even from a distance I could tell she was extremely overweight, but incredibly sweet. She approached us softly, big fluffy ears swiveling around her to catch all sounds, while her companion, a gray jenny, crept up slowly behind her.
After a few more minutes, a third jenny – a darker brown, almost black – approached us too. She was their leader, clearly, and was more used to humans as she was more forthright in her asking for carrots. This darkest one was so overweight that her fat patches were actually distorting her crest. Later, when I studied their poop, I saw the mesquite pods in the manure and concluded that the donkeys could eat all day, every day, without being stopped, and had become grossly overweight as a result.
I pointed out these fat patches to Angel and explained a little bit about basic equine care – dentals, annual shots against diseases, proper exercise and diet – and told her that the donks needed medical attention. At the time, I was worried that the darkest donkey had a tumor on her neck, but later I’d learn from Curry at Triple R that donkeys grew fat patches there and despite the lumps looking like tumors, they were really just lumps of fat.
Which is why I felt guilty giving them a few carrots as we studied the three of them. Their hooves for the most part actually looked pretty decent, as they’d worn down naturally over time as the donkeys walked around on the hard terrain. After another ten minutes or so, however, it became apparent there was another problem.
“There are only three donkeys here,” I said to Angel, who was cautiously patting the shaggy brown jenny. “Isn’t there a fourth?”
Angel nodded, eyes wide. “There were four just last week. I saw them from a distance, and that was the one whose feet looked bad, really bad…”
We searched for an hour. We waded through thick mesquite trees, blinking sweat out of our eyes, cooing lightly in the hopes that we could coax out the fourth from hiding. The darkest jenny, who I nicknamed S’More, followed us, hoping for more carrots.
Finally, unable to climb more through the thicket of sharp branches, we decided to end the search. We were nearly out of water, it was past noon, it was over 100 degrees, and it was only going to get hotter.
“We need to get them out of here,” I panted to Angel as we finally stumbled out of the mesquite trees towards the entrance of the lot some time later. “They’ve survived on their own this far, but their health’s only going to get worse. And we don’t even know the condition of the fourth.”
Angel nodded. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”
We started talking about getting the boss of Company to agree to sign them over as we got to the edge of the property, where the well of slime and algae awaited. I threw the empty bags of carrots over the fence and our now empty water bottles and made to jump out while Angel (wisely) walked around to open up the gate. Before I hopped the fence again, I looked over and saw S’More, our little follower, standing nearby and blinking at me.
I walked over and gave her a few pats on the neck. The other two – the shaggy brown Jenny I nicknamed Snickers and the gray I’d started calling CC (Cookies-n-Cream) – hung back, looking at us.
“We’re coming back for you,” I whispered to S’More. Her ears twitched as she listened. “Hang in there. We’re coming back.”
One week later, on August 4th, through the absolutely amazing network of which Tierra Madre is a part, we arranged to have Arizona Equine Rescue Organization drive two trailers out to the property and take them up to Triple R Horse Rescue, who would care for them until the donkeys could find homes. Originally, the plan was to drive them out of state to a donkey rescue in Texas, but that plan was scraped after only a few days.
Angel met me at the entrance to the property around 11. The plan was for us to go to the property a little bit before AERO arrived so we could ring the bell and get the donkeys up into the smaller, enclosed ‘backyard’ pen by the house so they’d be easier to round up and walk into the trailer. I’d brought Bermuda, treats, and halters for this. Then, Angel would drive back to the gate to unlock it for AERO then bring them to the donkeys, who would be haltered and ready to go.
Oh, if only I’d known then about the stubbornness of donkeys. The first part of the plan worked out great. The second, not so much.
Anyway, Angel and I got to the lot and rung the bell right on schedule. The three young donkeys we’d seen the first time walked right up. S’More came first. The bonded pair – Snickers and CC – walked up next.
I put the Bermuda I’d brought on the ground in the smaller, enclosed pen. Angel had opened up the gate to the big backyard to the 12 acre lot, and they waltzed right in without looking back.
Just as I was about to open my mouth and lament the absence of the fourth and voice my fear that something had happened… suddenly, from the shadows of the mesquite trees and the brush, came the fourth little girl.
She crept quietly, walking gingerly, looking around her with a softness and an acceptance that blew me away.
She was old. She was little, smaller than the other three by far. The others were fat; she was skinny. And her feet were in absolutely horrendous shape.
I stood in shock for a minute, just looking at her. She looked back at me, blinking.
“She came!” squealed Angel, coming up behind me. “I was so worried, too!”
“She came,” I repeated, still horrified. I pointed to her feet. “Angel. I am so, so glad you did what you did.”
Angel gasped, seeing the donkey’s feet. “I thought they looked bad, but up close they look even worse.”
I nodded. I was too angry to speak. I approached the donkey quietly and showed her the halter in my hand. She stood there, motionless, and let me put the halter on her face without objection.
Two or three maintenance workers of some sort were off in the distance, doing some work to the house some fifty feet away. I barked at them to fill a bowl with water and bring it out. And while Angel went to help them find water that wasn’t swimming in a million species of bacteria, I put my arms around the sweet donkey’s neck and put my face in her mane. “I’m sorry,” was what I could choke out. “I’m so sorry, little girl. We’re gonna make you better.”
Angel came running with a bucket of water and held it out to the older jenny. That little girl gulped down every last drop so Angel went back for more. And during this process of getting her water as well as putting some down for the other three donkeys in the smaller pen, we got the older girl into the smaller pen too and shut the gate, trapping them inside.
Eventually two volunteers from Arizona Equine Rescue Organization – T and B (not sure if they want their names on social media so we’ll leave it at initials!) – brought their trailers and we began the process of rounding up the donkeys… only we never finished it.
Four hours.
We herded those donkeys for four hours.
S’More we were able to halter with relative ease. As she was the most used to people, she let us put a halter on her with no problem. We tied her to the fence in a quick-release knot so she’d be ready to go once we got the other two.
Snickers and CC, on the other hand, were not interested in going into a big metal box on wheels after living for ten years out in the open wilderness and expressed this disdain by treating us to a long, fun game of donkey tag.
At first the mission was just to halter them. T and I herded the two of them from one end of the yard to the other as they moved away from us at every turn, turning their butts then charging past us, creeping slowly to get the treats out of our hands one moment then turning on a dime to get away the next.
We tried to use a human shield to keep them in a corner long enough to halter at least one of them, but they broke through it each time. We tried putting the halters down at one point and just leaving them alone for a while, but the moment we picked the halters back up all hell broke loose again.
You name it, we tried it.
Finally, something like two and a half hours in, we managed to get a halter onto Snickers after T, Angel, and I got her in a corner and B managed to keep up with her flailing while haltering at the same time (some seriously impressive work on B’s part). One of the maintenance workers joined the fun for twenty minutes or so and – while trying to halter CC – demonstrated what could only be described as a donkey rodeo as CC spun and bucked and kicked and he bounced up and down with her. It ended with him finally getting knocked down and the halter flying across the yard and all of us running – cursing – after the donkey yet again, Snickers and S’More screeching, “EEE-HAAAAW” and the older jenny just standing off to the side looking bored.
Eventually, as we all stood in 110-degree weather, sweat pouring down our faces and backs, the mission became just to chase the stubborn asses onto the trailer, halters be damned.
We thought that maybe if we managed to load Snickers and keep CC in the same area as her, CC would follow after her friend or at least be somewhat easier to capture.
B backed the trailer up to the outer gate of the yard. And we pulled, we pushed, we tugged, we pleaded, we bribed with treats and pats and even got a bang stick to smack on the ground behind Snickers’ feet but she. Did. Not. Budge. We might as well have asked the house to grow legs and walk into the trailer.
Finally, around 4pm, as we stood red-faced in the heat, we called defeat.
We’d have to come back another day and bring panels to create a corral around the trailer. Once herded into the corral, we could make the pen smaller and smaller until they had nowhere else to go but in.
We all agreed that we would at least try one last thing, which was to attempt to move the oldest jenny with the awful feet. Bailey, I was calling her, since in a weird way she reminded me of Bailey’s Irish Cream.
We were hopeful, as she seemed way calmer than the rest. If we could at least get her into the trailer, our efforts would all be worth it.
After we’d all stood around catching our breaths, chugging water and wiping sweat out of our eyes, I went over, took Bailey’s lead rope, and walked her in the trailer with absolutely no incident.
All of us breathed a sigh of relief. And so, Angel went to let the donkeys back into their 12-acre lot, and the rest of us drove up to Triple R Horse Rescue, Bailey safely and calmly inside the trailer. The other three would have to wait.
Another week passed. Angel, AERO and I arranged for another attempt on August 11th. This time, Soleil from AERO came too.
Angel and I got the donkeys up to the front again by ringing a bell. We’d trapped them in the smaller yard by the time the AERO trailers were pulling in, before they had time to realize what was going on.
Soleil calmly looked around at the three donkeys, started settling up the panels with T and another of her volunteers, then told us exactly what we’d need to do to get them in the trailer.
We constructed the panels to make a corral leading to the trailer which we drove the donkeys into. Once they were herded inside, we snapped it shut and – through Soleil’s instruction – gradually made it smaller and smaller, using carefully placed noise and movement to encourage the donkeys to step into the trailer.
Finally, after CC and S’More walked inside, it was down to Snickers, who we’d managed to halter again. Soleil and T held her lead rope, her other volunteer and I had opposite ends of a strap which went around Snickers’ butt, and Angel stood by ready to push. On “GO!” Soleil pulled the rope with T helping, her other AERO volunteer and I pulled on the strap, and Angel pushed Snickers’ butt until – with extreme effort – we had pushed one stubborn, irritated donkey onto the trailer and shut her inside.
We cheered when the trailer doors were safely latched. The donkeys protested a bit, not knowing they were safe, not knowing they were on their way to good food and clean water and medical attention and more love than they could imagine. But boy were we glad. All in all, with the panels it took less than an hour.
Looking back, I know there’s no way it could have been done without AERO. It’s been several weeks since the rescue and I’m still in awe of their expertise in rescuing feral equines and their willingness to drive to the middle of nowhere and haul them an hour away.
There’s no way it could have been done without Triple R. Bailey had been with Curry and his team for a week before we got the other three to them, and in that week Bailey had gained weight, gotten her feet done, been put on necessary pain meds and joint supplements, and soaked up more human attention and devotion than she’d probably seen in her life.
And there’s no way it could have been done without Angel.
Here was a woman who might not have known a great deal about equines but who had all the love in her heart for them. She followed her instinct and reached out to get them help.
Had she listened to the people at her work who told her to look the other way, had she listened to her boss who insisted that the donkeys were fine… who knows what could have happened to them out there, especially Bailey.
Curry at Triple R told me outright he was worried about her on the first day.
“I’ll be honest with you, I don’t think she’s going to pass a Coggins test,” he said as we stood that day, watching her cautiously eat her soaked alfalfa pellets. “And I hate to try to rehome her.”
I nodded. Bailey was old. Her teeth were bad. She’d probably be walking a little funny for the rest of her life, after having to adjust to such horrendous hooves. The market for donkeys and horses out of which humans can’t get some use is slim.
“If you can’t find a home for her,” I said, “we’ll take her.”
Which is why, yesterday, Curry drove a much healthier, much happier little old donkey through our gates. The name ‘Bailey’ wasn’t entirely popular with the Tierra Madre team, and Jim came up with the idea to call her ‘Abuela’ which is Spanish for grandmother. And so, Abuela she became.
The other three donkeys are pending adoption over at Triple R, and knowing how awesome the team is up there, the donkeys are losing weight and getting the medical attention they need before they go to their new homes.
Thanks to our careful plan and the casual manner in which we approached the subject of rehoming the donkeys to the boss at Company, Angel kept her job. She and I still text about the donkeys, and she’s probably going to come visit Abuela soon.
And Abuela? She is still adjusting to her new life at Tierra Madre. She’s certainly reserved, and content to be by herself while M’Stor and Studley and Nibzie make faces at her at bit.
But she is a sweetheart above anything. For someone to have gone through so much, she is gentle and soft and kind as the grandmothers we love dearly. And to me it seems like she is just waiting to get settled in before she imparts some grandmotherly wisdom onto each of us.
In this world, animals are abused and neglected and misunderstood. They are injured and abandoned and left for dead.
But where there is darkness there is light. Animals are rescued and rehabilitated and treated with care and respect. They are saved from horrors we can’t imagine and brought back onto a path of happiness and excitement. They are given the chance to love their lives again. They are shown love.
And I leave you today with one message:
You, reader, have the power to change lives. Never underestimate what you can do for the lives of innocents.
And your instinct? It is always right. Trust it.
When you look into the eyes of Abuela and think of this amazing rescue effort sparked by one single person, I hope you always remember that.
— Alexis



Crazy goal? you ask as you read the headline above.
Oh, yes.
We are known for crazy.
We are also – hopefully – known for transparency. Tierra Madre is a public nonprofit organization, and as you know, we wholeheartedly believe our donors should know where their donations go.
So, we wanted to break down August’s (plus the last week of July) medical bills for you as well as talk about this goal of ours for September.
As Jim mentioned on Facebook the other day, you guys went above and beyond for Marvel. For those of you just tuning in, Marvel was a laminitic horse we had for five days in August before a colic impaction forced us to send him to the Great Herd.
In August, we took in $11,000 – that is ELEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS – in donations, roughly $6,000 of which was donated specifically for medical care and $5,000 of which was undesignated (yes, we put your money exactly where you want it!).
Marvel’s brief time at Tierra Madre continued an absolutely incredible, beautiful legacy of love and giving. For that, he’ll live on with us forever.
Now, as you’ll see below, almost 100% of August’s donations went to medical care.
The good – the best! – news is that August’s medical bills are completely paid off!
The not-so-great news? Our food, facility upkeep, and labor reserves took a big hit. Medical emergencies unfortunately come first.
In September, we are focusing on raising funds for everything NON medical related both for August and September. And our goal to cover non-medical costs for both August and September? $10,000.
We hope to accomplish this goal – through social media awareness, outreach, small fundraisers, our open ranch, and development – by September 30th.
Half of the money raised in September will go to food (alfalfa, Bermuda, Timothy, bran, grain, low starch grain, sweet feed, electrolytes, mineral salt, pro bios, glucosamine, Neigh-Lox, biotin, and psyllium), and the other half will go towards labor and facility upkeep.
Because our focus is always on the horses themselves, we rarely fundraise for overhead. But the reality is, without our handful of employees, this place does not, could not, would not run. And our poop dumpster has to be emptied every few weeks. Our trash and recycling must be picked up on Thursdays. We must buy nuts and bolts and rakes and straw and screws and duct tape and elastikon and fly spray now and then.
It’s a big number.
But if we didn’t aim high, we’d have shut our gates a long time ago.
So – will you join us? There are many ways to participate in this crazy campaign – read on!
1. Donate! Your contribution of $5, $10, or $25 goes a long way towards our horses’ care.
2. Share, share, share! Share this post with your family, friends, coworkers, neighbors, and random strangers. Tell our horses’ stories and talk about what Tierra Madre does.
3. Run an outreach table for us. The more we talk about our work with the community, the more friends we make and the more support our horses get. To get started, contact our outreach coordinator Holly at
4. Plan a fundraiser for us. Car washes, bake sales, lemonade stands… everything adds up! We LOVE our behind-the-scenes fundraising crews!
5. Add us on Amazon Smile! Support Tierra Madre – a 501(c)(3) nonprofit charity by clicking here:
6. Buy a t-shirt! Keep scrolling down our page to check out our awesome t-shirt campaign, of which half the proceeds go back to Tierra Madre.
7. Donate silent auction items for October 14th’s benefit. To donate, contact our benefit coordinator Kathi at Your donation will be placed into a basket which will be auctioned off to raise funds for our herd!
8. Order a custom made horse painting! For $30, the horse of your choice will create a gorgeous painting for you, in the colors you choose. For more information, email us at!
You guys have stood by us through thick and thin, and we love you for it.
And we hope you’ll consider being part of this campaign!
Help us to grow our family as we continue to expand our outreach, bring more people in to be helped by our healed, happy herd, and grow as an organization.
From the bottom of all our hearts, thank you.
We couldn’t do what we do without you!
– Alexis Roeckner
Executive Director




























* If you have ANY questions about these invoices (or any other questions, for that matter), please let us know! You can email me any time at
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Thank you N. Loftis Photography for these wonderful pictures of our herd!


Come meet the herd! We’re opening our gates to our community on August 12th to show off our horses and celebrate our generous $10K grant from the ASPCA. Learn about our mission, horsemanship, and a bit about our Equine Experiential Coaching program. You may even experience a bit of the magic of the program yourself as you interact with our 31 horses who have been through so much.

Meet Suze, who became the first horse at Tierra Madre to require off-site hospitalization and who is back home after a week at Chaparral in June and loving life. Meet Tommy, our oldest resident at 32 who and adores making new friends! Meet Iron Man, a tall, dark and handsome OTTB who stopped in his tracks during his 120th race and told his owners he was done. Our horses are as diverse as they come and one of their favorite pastimes (besides eating anything in front of them) is meeting the friends, donors, supporters, volunteers, and community members who help them thrive!

Bring the family, friends, the neighbors, coworkers, and random strangers on August 12th for a relaxed, laid-back morning!

Hope to see you there!

sunny bath



Pigs are flying.
It’s July 17th, and for the first time in living memory, Studley has no active summer sores anywhere on his body.
It’s a miracle.
Those of you who’ve followed us for a long time know that Studley has struggled with summer sores ever since his first summer here with us, 2010. They’ve gotten big and they’ve gotten nasty despite all our efforts.
So in February this year, I decided to ask Dr. K about preventive measures we could take that perhaps we hadn’t thought of before, and she concocted a habronema/ivermectin topical solution which we call the magic potion around here since it works wonders. We applied it to his sores every day (and still apply it as a precaution) and had the doc come out every week for the past month to keep small sores in his eyes, the tip of his sheath, and his lip (pictured) under control.
And they’re GONE.
Take a look at those gross pictures and see the difference that daily wound care, the right medicine, and a dedicated vet makes. The difference that YOU make!
Your support allows us to do what we do. For the first time in years, Studley is getting away without wearing a cape or terribly uncomfortable fly gear and only has to stand still for ten minutes a day (as opposed to 45!) to get some preventive wound care on old scar tissue sites.
You did this! And the words “thank you” aren’t enough.
— Alexis
P.S. If you look at Studley’s latest (and last!) vet bill, you’ll see that on the same day we had Suze checked out to great results (keep scrolling down for the full report) and we had our Cadence/Tater Tot’s front hooves X-rayed. Her full report is coming as soon as I can manage it – promise! For now, you might remember she is a chronic laminitic case, and we had her x-rayed just to see how things are looking with her feet as she seemed a teensy bit off at the start of the month. Her X-rays showed significant improvement from her last radiographs in April 2016, and we had our therapeutic farrier out within the week to give her some special shoes/magic cushion for her fronts that will provide extra support.
open sore
closed sore
stud's last vet bill 7.16


We could not be more honored or humbled to announce that Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary has been selected to receive an incredibly generous $10,000 grant from The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (the ASPCA) in recognition of our efforts for the Help A Horse Day contest in April!
The ASPCA holds a national contest every April (called Help A Horse Day) in which nonprofit horse rescues and sanctuaries compete for grant prizes up to $25,000. The goal of the contest is to raise awareness for the plight of horses everywhere.
As you can imagine, many wonderful organizations hold incredible fundraisers for this contest, and to be recognized by the ASPCA is one of the highest honors for which a small horse sanctuary in the middle of the desert could have possibly asked!
As outlined in our original grant application, $5k of the ASPCA’s grant will go to our horses’ food over the next six months and the other $5k will be divided among some of our necessary operating expenses including facility upkeep, labor, and administrative costs. All expenditures will be documented, receipts saved, photos taken, and we will post regular updates over the course of our grant term.
With this grant, Tierra Madre will continue to further our mission of nurturing the circle of healing between human and horse through the ever-developing Equine Experiential Coaching program.
This is an incredible accomplishment of which everybody within the Tierra Madre family should be very, very proud.
We want to congratulate our fellow winners for their accomplishments, and with deepest gratitude, appreciation, and humility, we want to thank the ASPCA for their incredible work in speaking for the voiceless and for this generous award!
We want to give special thanks to everyone who made our Help A Horse Day event so successful, first and foremost to our AMAZING team of volunteers who manned tables and booths out of such incredible love for the horses and who also worked hard during the week leading up to the event to spread the word and clean the ranch up in preparation.
We also want to thank the wonderful individuals who made generous in kind donations to our ranch for the cause – most particularly the Bereckis family who donated burgers and buns, t-shirts, a grill, our awesome banner, and more to the cause!
Special recognition additionally goes to our vendors who shared the day with us by selling their handmade, one-of-a-kind merchandise and donated a portion of their profits to us: Butte Creations​, GypsyBound, IntrinsicAllure​, Laura McCawley Origami Owl Independent Design #10670678, Lularoe Amber Friend​, Birdytell, Froth Coffee and Tap Truck, and SolarCity​. Gratitude also goes to Liz of Liz Lee Studios for taking such incredible pictures of the event and documenting the experience for the ranch. And enormous thanks of course go to our Equine Experiential Coaching program director Christine – not only for talking about our program to passerby all day, but for all her hard work in creating such an incredible opportunity for individuals to explore the healing power of horses.
My planning committee who helped plan and oversee our Help A Horse Day event is deserving of so much credit and appreciation, most particularly my partner in crime, planner extraordinaire Kathi H. who worked her magic on the little details and came up with the fun theme of “32 and U.” Kathi, we couldn’t have done it without you.
I also personally want to thank Jim, our founder and president of Tierra Madre who happens to be both my boss and one of my best friends in the world, for handing over the reins and running with the craziest of ideas. His support of me and the rest of our team gives us all the wings we need to fly.
And finally, all of us here at the ranch give thanks to each of YOU for supporting us – both on Help A Horse Day and every other day. Followers, donors, friends, volunteers, supporters from afar… you are all family, and we are so, so glad to have you along for this wonderful ride.
Now… we celebrate!!
– Alexis Roeckner
Executive Director

Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization. EIN: 61-1544459.
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