Dozens of wild horses found dead amid Southwest drought
CAMERON, Ariz. — Off the highway surrounded by northern Arizona’s Painted Desert lies one of the starkest examples of drought’s grip on the American Southwest: Dozens of dead horses surrounded by cracked earth, swirling dust and a ribbon of water that couldn’t quench their thirst.
Flesh exposed and in various stages of decomposition, the carcasses form a circle around a dry watering hole sunken in the landscape.
It’s clear this isn’t the first time the animals have struggled. Skeletal remain are scattered on the fringes and in an adjacent ravine.
It’s a symptom of a burgeoning wild horse population and the scarcity of water on the western edge of the Navajo Nation following a dry winter and dismal spring runoff. Conditions aren’t forecast to improve anytime soon, and tribal officials suspect other animals have died with not enough to eat or drink.
“One of the things we do is we picture the worst-case scenario when we got out there,” said Harlan Cleveland of the tribe’s Department of Emergency Management. “I did smell the decomposition and the bodies starting to smell, the carcasses. But I didn’t realize until I looked down from the berm and saw all those horses down there.”
Here, drought doesn’t manifest in having to shut down swimming pools or let lawns go dry.
This rural community does not have its own potable water source. Those who have running water in their homes get it from a well, piped from over 30 miles (48.2 kilometers) away. Most haul water, carrying large plastic tanks in the beds of their pickup trucks. The groundwater is brackish and recommended for livestock only, but the two storage tanks closest to the watering hole no longer function.
Animals were accustomed to finding relief at the stock pond where the horses died, but locals say the pool of water beneath the decades-old earthen dam has dried up more quickly each year. Families have been downsizing their herds because they can’t rely on the vegetation or watering holes. Some have hauled water and left it in troughs for animals.
Charlie Smith Jr. climbed the small berm overlooking the watering hole three weeks ago in search of his cattle. At the time, he counted 29 dead horses and a cow that wasn’t his stranded at the edge looking up at him.
“It’s very emotional,” he said, standing beside his truck loaded with hay. “I kept calling my sister saying ‘this is bad.’ It just hits you. You tear up. You know you don’t have the capability to save them.”
Tribal officials counted 118 dead horses and two cows this week but that tally doesn’t account for any carcasses that might have been pushed deeper into the mud by the other struggling animals, or for skeletal remains.
Tribal officials estimate tens of thousands of feral horses on the Navajo Nation, the country’s largest reservation spanning 27,000 square miles (69,929.679 square kilometers) in Arizona, Utah and New Mexico. Some communities have called for roundups, but often they’re halted with public outcry tied to Navajo spiritual beliefs about the animals and the role they play in prayers and ceremonies.
When Emmett Kerley was a teenager in the late 1970s in Gray Mountain, the community controlled horse populations by castrating the smaller ones, he said. Navajo culture taught that young men should train horses and tame them, part of building endurance, a strong work ethic and managing livestock, he said.
“There were no feral horses back then, but then the society changed in greater America but on Navajo, on the reservation as well,” he said.
Staff with the U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs put up a barbed wire fence around the watering hole where horses laid overlapping one another.
Federal and tribal workers this week used heavy equipment to bring horses found on the outskirts closer to the others. Hydrated lime was spread over the site to aid decomposition and to ward off scavengers.
Eventually, the tribe will redirect any water that flowed into that watering hole into a safer area.
“Knock on wood, God forbid, that we have that situation anywhere else within the reservation,” Cleveland said. “This will lay the foundation for how we respond to this.”
For all the devastation, there was a bright spot. As Cleveland surveyed ground earlier this week determining how best to respond to the deaths, he saw a foal — no more than four weeks old — moving next to what was assumed to be its mother.
Tribal officials carried it to a truck and used a long-sleeved, white T-shirt to keep it warm for the trip to a veterinary clinic 45 minutes away. They named her Grace.
Erin Hisrich, who owns the clinic, said Grace was severely dehydrated and will need to have her blood-sugar stabilized and kidneys functioning before she could be adopted. On Thursday, the brown foal with a long patch of white hair on its face splashed in a tub of water and cozied up to visitors.
“In the end, that made my day,” Cleveland said. “At least this baby foal made it out.”