The Brumby Diaries
Updated: Jan 31
"The Silver Brumby" ~ a beautiful tale of a Silver Brumby; Thowra, named for the wild wind in which he was born. Told in a simple and endearing way, this book takes you on a journey with the Wild Brumbies of the Australian High County, and I hope it is a book that every little girl or boy, child or adult gets to read, at some point.
After many, many years of wishing I could see the Wild Horses for myself, but eternally distracted by the excitement of overseas travel, the dramas of 2020 finally laid path to my travels down South, to the Australian High Country.
If you haven't been, yet you have adventure in your heart, I highly recommend this journey. It is an amazing place, the landscape and the animals are a photographers dream come true. Yet it is more than that, it is quintessential Australia, a place so rich in High Country history you can almost see the Brumbies being driven across the creeks by men in low Akubras, hear the crack of the stock whips harrying the last one across.
And the Brumbies? They were beautiful, they were every advective for magnificent you could think of and more.
The stallions and colts looked amazing; fat, glossy and healthy.
Most of the breeding mares had foals at foot, and while they didn't carry the stallions condition, they still looked well.
It was very interesting watching the herds internal interactions, and with that of the other herds nearby.
The older, stronger stallions had large herds and were out grazing on the open plains amongst grass that both hid them and danced with them. The younger bachelor colts were flexing their muscles and play fighting, preparing to start their very own herd.
Higher up in the pale, ghostly Snow Gums, where a horse without moving can trick you into wondering if it was ever actually there, were the younger stallions. With one or two mares who had foals at foot, the young stallions were far away from the more mature herd stallions, biding their time and maturity. Eventually as their cunning, strength and desire grows, they'll build upon their little families by stealing other stallions mares.
I was lucky enough to see exactly what I had hoped to see, a palomino colt, and if you wonder why I wanted to see that, read "The Silver Brumby".
You perhaps will have heard/read at some point about the Brumby culling, and while I do not wish to say much on this topic (my point was to provide pictures, not personal opinions), I will say that I absolutely abhor the method in which it is done, and I call on the National Parks/State Government to find a better way to manage the Brumby population. As is always the way, when nature interferes with humans, nature is always the loser.
This trip was the fulfilment of a lifetime of dreams and expectations.
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