No one gets raped, or lashed, sentenced to death and nothing to do with elections in this interesting story.
Holland was gripped last week by what threatened to be a tragic tale: approximately one hundred horses trapped in a tiny area of land by rising seas last Wednesday.
Flash floods from a North Sea storm sent waters surging, and while a few horses were rescued by boat, further rescue had to be called off, ironically because the water was too shallow for boats, though still too deep for the horses to make it out safely.
I read about the story late last week, but it was only once I came across these pictures on the internet that I realized I wanted to blog it. Sometimes a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
Photo credits: AP photos, via BBC.
(Possibly Leeuwarder Courant/Catrinus van der Veen)?
Glad this story generally ended well, with the rescue of all the surviving horses, though sadly 19 horses did die earlier.
The horse owner is being investigated; AP reports that there were apparently storm warnings on Tuesday, which some say would have given him plenty of time to move the herd behind protective dykes. (No, I won’t go for a joke about protective dykes. Too easy.)
Given the relationship between humans and horses, it behooves us to treat them better than these appeared to be treated last Wednesday as the floods hit.
-wolfe
Just when I thought I was thoroughly enraged for work and Melbourne Cup Day! Yay!, it all became about horses, as it always should on the 1st Tuesday of every November. Thanks.
gwallan, tell me your hot tip and I’ll tell you mine.
@wolfe: You passed on “protective dykes” but couldn’t resist “behooves.” Or is it hoofs now, like roofs and (perhaps?) elfs?
~Abschicken…fs~
@Z “couldn’t resist “behooves” Lol. You caught me, Z. I should have known I couldn’t slip that bad pun through!
I admit, I somewhat prefer blogging to posting on mabtw… I’d a very dry riff on Leni Riefenstahl in “Women would vote for Hitler” that only one person — a woman — caught in six months.
Behooves (which ok, is pretty bad) didn’t last much more than an hour!
Thanks for your eyes and brain,
-wolfe
Sorry that this post is unrelated to the topic…you can move it if you like wolfe, but this is a response to you from your latest comment on MABTW…
Actually I am not stupid or missing any IQ I am just knackered, and it is late. I didn’t intend to come across as criticising what you have written, I do see the reasons and sense of justice behind your remarks to back up Sonyad.
My use of ‘disappointed’ was not to say that I was disappointed in YOU, just disappointed in the idea that being called a woman is such a henious crime, even on a place like MABTW… it wasn’t that I was really offended, upset or distressed by anything you wrote….I just felt a weary sadness about it… hard to explain.
I may not stay active in MABTW for much longer, it actually doesn’t benefit me to be involved anymore, I think I am outgrowing it…that is all I am going to say for the time being.
Apologies if you were offended by my latest comments on MABTW…not intentional. I am going to bed soon too!
Night!
I’m off to the pub to secure my fortune. On the morrow, champers all around.
Someday, we’ll live like horses.
(a hundred points to whomever gets that reference… and gets it honestly)
@Teri: If I’ve got the Big Picture, I’ll guess you’re hoping we’ll break out our stalls.
Liberi dai recinti di ferro
One time I was stranded by floodwaters and screamed for help until I was hoarse.
Groan at Diesel. Well done.
-wolfe
Gotta love that, Z.
@Teri: You’ve great taste in music, I think. My guess is that your taste is broad, and largely based on lyrics. And you’re a Pisces (just kidding).
Are you following the live blog? You and I are the house donkeys, I guess.
Z ~
Thanks. You’re right about lyrics… and broad tastes. I’m a Cancer. hehehe
Live blog? I’ll check it out.
~ T
ChickenQuesadillas
Um… what’s a live blog?
‘Live blogging’ (more accurately) is blogging in ‘real time’ i.e., I sit with a notebook on my lap, imagining that I look tres sexy, and post every 1-15 minutes about what’s going on.
I tried a crude form of that in my posts on the US elections. (here) It wasn’t very good because I had to keep getting up to get my guests drinks, and accept hugs from female Democrats who were inebriated enough to be sympathetic to me. Ah… boobies…. Oh yes, erections. Uh. I mean eLections. Yeah.
Oh and the laptop ran hot and nearly burned my thighs.
-wolfe