Safe Pastures Horse Rescue

11/04/2025

Even horses can be rescuers. Our Yaquara has our blind horses's back.

10/31/2025

And let's not forget the children that need rescued.Safe Pastures challenges you to step up to the plate to save a child.

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10/20/2025

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09/03/2025

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Horses are a large part of society and are one of the most well-known farm animals. Check out these fun facts about horses to test your knowledge!

09/01/2025

Curly of the Three Stooges was a champion rescuer.

Jerome Horwitz, famous for playing CURLY in "THE THREE STOOGES", was known to all as a protector of dogs. Curly's contract with Columbia Pictures included a clause that allowed his dogs to accompany him on the studio lot. Columbia limited it to no more than two dogs at a time, this due to the puppies' unplanned on-camera appearances from time to time. You can still see those surprise dog on set invasions in the first few short films. Typically surrounded by various dogs, Curly was known to come home with a stray dog ​​and foster it until he could find it a permanent home. When the Stooges were out on the road, Curly took it upon himself to find a new home for at least one stray dog ​​in every town they visited. Curly is estimated to have saved and rescued more than 5,000 dogs in his lifetime. This makes him a man ahead of his time, with a very admirable concern for man's best friend. Dogs are family ❤

08/10/2025

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Finland farmers have been spraying their deer with reflective paint in order to reduce road accidents. Now glowing antlers light up the dark roads like something out of a sci-fi movie. Some say it’s genius, others say it’s just plain weird but it’s definitely hard to ignore.

07/24/2025

Rescue takes courage and energy, but the results make it worthwhile.

She Risked Everything in a Kayak to Save a Drowning Eagle and Found Herself Changed Forever
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The massive bald eagle thrashed in the water, a tangle of fishing line wrapped around its wing and anchored to a submerged log.

My heart pounded against my ribs. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. I was in my small kayak on the reservoir, and the bird was just twenty feet away. Its struggle sent waves slapping against my boat. One wing beat the air, useless. The other was caught tight, pulled at a sickening angle. It was going to drown.

I couldn’t just watch. I dug my paddle into the water, closing the distance. The eagle stopped fighting and fixed me with a stare. Its eye was the color of old gold, fierce and intelligent. My brain screamed at me to turn back. Those talons were no joke, they were like sharpened meat hooks. That beak could take a finger off, clean.

The bird was huge. Way bigger up close than you see on TV. Its head was a brilliant, snowy white, even though its feathers were soaked and slicked down. It didn’t screech or make a sound. It just watched me, its chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. I could feel its terror, and I could feel its pride. It was a king, brought low by a piece of garbage.

I fumbled in my vest for my Leatherman tool. My hands were shaking. “Easy now,” I whispered, not sure if I was talking to the bird or myself. I edged the kayak closer, right up to the log. The eagle shifted, its good wing half-raised in warning. I held up my empty hands first, showing I meant no harm. Then, slowly, I opened the pliers with the wire cutter.

The fishing line was a thick, braided type. It had dug deep into the feathers, cutting into the skin beneath. I reached out, my fingers just inches from that powerful beak. The eagle held perfectly still. It watched my hand, then looked right into my eyes. I swear in that moment, we had an agreement. It knew I was there to help.

I positioned the cutter. The first strand of line was tough. I squeezed with all my might. Snap. The bird flinched but didn’t strike. I cut another strand, and another. The tension on its wing loosened. With one final, tough snip, the last piece of line gave way.

The eagle was free. But it didn’t fly away. It was exhausted. It used its beak and talons to haul its heavy, waterlogged body onto the log. It stood there, shaking, water pooling around its feet. For a full minute, it just stood, regaining its strength. Then, it looked at me one last time, a long, steady gaze I will never forget.

With a powerful shrug, it shook the water from its body. It stretched its freed wing, then the other. And then, with a single, massive downbeat that sent a spray of water over my kayak, it launched into the sky. It circled once above me, a dark shape against the bright blue.

And watching that great bird climb back into its kingdom of sky, I felt a piece of my own spirit fly right alongside it.

04/15/2025

food for thought

01/25/2025

“Saving one horse may seem little in the midst of a catastrophe, but your energy, bravery and capacity of your heart goes out into the universe!” one commenter wrote. “Well done!”

"Well said!"

She saved his life.

12/27/2024

Winter rescue.
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