January 22, 2015

Snake - a most informal photo - with A. P. Slew. By Laura Battles.

Snake – a most informal photo – with A. P. Slew. By Laura Battles.

He couldn’t race, couldn’t be ridden, wasn’t worth breeding to. Many people would say he had nothing to give.

His dam was by the good broodmare sire Fortunate Prospect, but his sire had no business in the breeding shed. At some point early in life, the colt had broken a front ankle. He was lucky that it fused and he survived, but he could never race. Neglected and malnourished, he was stunted and oddly shaped. Nobody ever provided him any training or experience. Why bother?

At four years old, the colt was one of the 177 neglected horses seized by the state of New York from Ernie Paragallo in 2009, resulting in Paragallo’s conviction on multiple counts of cruelty to animals. The Columbia-Greene County Humane Society needed homes for those who survived, including the nameless four year old colt, lopsided and unridable, who seemed to have nothing at all going for him. Who’d want such a horse?

Old Friends was among the many people and organizations who stepped up to provide homes for these horses. Given a list to choose from, we picked Prospect Street, a nine year old daughter of our much-loved Fortunate Prospect. Her damsire being Exceller, she was the obvious perfect choice for us.

Arrival at Old Friends, April 2009. Photo by Tim Ford.

Arrival at Old Friends, April 2009. Photo by Tim Ford.

When the van arrived, to our surprise it held, not a mature mare, but an undersized, peculiar-looking colt who seemed much younger than his four years. Where was Fortunate’s daughter? But it turned out Prospect Street had not been among the survivors on the list. This was her son who’d been identified under her name since he’d never been given a name of his own.

At least, the Columbia-Greene Humane Society, New York state officials and volunteers who pitched in to help these horses thought this was Prospect Street’s son. No one could be absolutely sure. So “no-name,” thin, stunted—he was about the size of a yearling, his body too small for his head—undeveloped on the side with the broken ankle, and covered with skin fungus, came to live in Kentucky with Old Friends. What a mess he was!

Treats? July 2009. Photo by Beth Shannon.

Hi!  July 2009. Photo by Beth Shannon.

But he was sweet-natured. Despite the hardships he’d experienced in his short life, he had no distrust of people, only a foal-like curiosity. His soft eyes, cute face and childlike openness to new experiences quickly gained our affection. Old Friends doesn’t breed and has no foals, and little “no-name” was the closest thing to a baby we had. From the beginning, we found he had a lot to give.

For one thing, the fun of learning about food. Starved horses will eat their bedding, and he didn’t know the difference between hay and straw, but with encouragement he quickly realized hay was yummier and straw was great to sleep on. He had no notion what a carrot was. Why should he put that hard orange thing in his mouth? But when he did, oh boy!! For weeks we had huge fun finding him new treats to try, horse cookies, peppermints, apples, and he delighted in the variety of wonderful new tastes he’d had no idea were in the world. For a little while he hoped everything in a hand was a treat, not to mention buttons and buckles, but he didn’t become a grabber. He figured it out for himself.

He couldn’t stay “no-name.” So a little creative thinking discovered something else he had to offer: a fund raiser contest to name him. The entry fee donations benefitted his fellow residents, and he also got an apt name, contest winner Fred Jones’ inspiration from the film Escape From New York. The Jockey Club even agreed to register Escapedfromnewyork, on the condition we geld him, since without absolute certainty of his pedigree he could never breed. Of course, we geld the male horses who haven’t bred or undergone the hormonal changes into stallionhood. It makes life easier for horse and handlers, and it allows them to live with companions. Since horses are herd animals, instinctively they feel more secure in groups.

Escapedfromnewyork, summer 2009. Photo by Beth Shannon.

Escapedfromnewyork, summer 2009. Photo by Beth Shannon.

Escapedfromnewyork recovered from the minor surgery quickly and soon was bouncing around, playful with the new energy that proper nourishment gave him. By then, he’d gained not just a name, but a nickname from former film critic Michael, who called him Snake after Kurt Russell’s character in the movie. Snake also put on an astounding growth spurt. He gained size, his coat became glossy, and with the right hoof trim to help his fused ankle carry his weight better, that side developed muscle tone, and his proportions grew more balanced. Snake never lost his limp, but he could run and play and he had to spend less and less time lying down. His first paddock mate was A. P. Slew. An EPM recoverer, the little red horse didn’t push Snakey too hard physically. Soon it was Snake who began pushing A. P. Slew, though the older, more experienced horse was obviously Snake’s role model, providing needed socialization. Though Snakey copied A. P. Slew, he had his own style with visitors to the farm, an in-your-face, trusting eagerness that won hearts—and, oh boy! treats! Oh, the joy of friends and goodies!

APS and Snakey on a May evening, 2013. Photo by Laura Battles.

APS and Snakey on a May evening, 2013. Photo by Laura Battles.

Snake had nothing to offer? What about the time A. P. Slew cribbed their paddock gate off its hinges and Jack Horner-like (“what a good boy am I!”) stayed inside, while Escapedfrommypaddock! ran up and down the runs between the neighboring paddocks partying with everybody so that a good time was had by all? We closed the back gate to keep him there, but he could still have been hard to catch. Instead, when told the party was over, he willingly allowed himself to be led back to his own paddock. To him, it was all good.

As he grew in strength, Snake needed more energetic paddock mates. This year he got them, and the last year of his life was his happiest. Not quite ten years old, he had tons of energy and could keep up with pretty much anybody. He was introduced to Commentator and Fabulous Strike, along with veteran claimer Marshall Rooster.

Commentator is one smart cookie. He can come on strong, and on the track he could be merciless to his competitors. Vosburgh winner Fabulous Strike is no pushover, either. Snakey was always just a bit of a foal. But what do you know, Commentator decided Mr. Snake was one cool dude. Fabulous Strike followed suit, and Marshall Rooster too. Escapedfromnewyork became the golden boy of the herd, liked by all, the one who’d start the play going, and then they’d all race up and down the long, sloping paddock, or wrestle, or join in all the games that youngish geldings, like teenage boys, love to play.

Escapedfromnewyork, Marshall Rooster and Fabulous Strike, dinner time play, November 2014. Photo by Laura Battles.

Snake, Marshall Rooster and Fabulous Strike, dinner time play, November 2014. Photo by Laura Battles.

A horse like Escapedfromnewyork has nothing to offer? Of course, his story made him an important part of our fundraising family. But on the farm, what stood out was that in the too-short-years between his arrival in April 2009 and his fatal, colic-related, heart attack on January 18, 2015, Escapedfromnewyork gave us the delights of his discoveries and recovery, affection, laughter, and the cheerful trust of a heart that—whether or not affected by his early deprivation, and that we’ll never know—was open to people and horses alike, a kind heart that always looked for the positive and found the good in life.




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9 responses to “January 22, 2015

  1. Oh Beth, you have such a way of bringing these horses alive to us all. What a wonderful life Snakey had at Old Friends, and what a JOY it must have been to see him recover and then blossom! While we are saddened by his loss, we rejoice in the quality of life he had there at Old Friends. Thank you ALL for that.

  2. SusanA

    ;-( Seems I do this a lot lately. Hate he had to go so soon.

  3. Jeanne

    I always requested a tour with golf cart so I could get to the back to see Snake. I am going to miss him when I get back to KY. So glad he had happy years at Old Friend’s.

  4. Gae

    Lovely tribute to Snake….I loved reading about his care and recovery after he arrived at Old Friends. He clearly responded well to all you did for him to help him grow up and enjoy six happy years. And he thrived with his equine mentors as well. God Bless.

  5. I will miss him and AP Slew. May they both RIP

  6. colmel

    Oh, the tears that this brought! From almost dead to loved and cared for by so many. There’s never a good time to say “good-bye,” but this was so much too early. You “bought” him six more years. Those were very, very good years. Thank God for Old Friends! Thank you for bringing his story so poignantly to us all. Run free, Snake. I’m sure Slewy was waiting for you.

  7. Karen

    Beautful tribute to horse that was beautiful inside and out. I also had a horse that “had nothing to offer”, a rescue that was only with me for a few short years. In reading your tribute to Snakey, I was reminded of my Rocky.
    I ant to thank you for that and all ya’ll do for the horses…

  8. Marie Coonahan

    What a beautiful and uplifting story! I am proud of Old Friends and the staff for accepting a rescue horse and giving him the love and attention he deserved. Having lost my 12 year old rescued griffon who was with us for only 3 years, I know and treasure the love and gratitude we receive from any of these wonderful creatures.


  9. Judy Harris

    A little love and kindness can change the world! What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing and caring.

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