It was also interesting to me how unconcerned the horses were about a car driving by outside the pens but when I got out of the car and walked up to the pipe fencing to take pictures they became more uncomfortable and on alert. Some moved off to a distance they felt safer and either watched me or started eating again.
The most difficult aspect for me was knowing that not all the horses were going to get adopted or have a good home for the rest of their life. Some were going to probably spend the rest of their days in pens. No more were they going to roam the open spaces of Oregon within their family herds. They were going to be fed well but not have the freedom they once knew.
I find myself very conflicted and overwhelmed when it comes to the issues of the wild horses and burros.