Atticus

Atticus came to Haven Mountain as a stow away, of sorts. Our crew was set up to rescue the old red mare, Hazel, when a colleague pointed out that there would be enough room left over in the trailer for a minipony.

Atticus was raised on a farm, and he worked every day of his life. We know he pulled a cart because of the scars on his back from misfitting harnesses. Atticus was abandoned by the farm when he lost an eye. He sat at a mixed animal lot for a couple of weeks while the realization that no one wanted to buy him started to sink in. The story of Atticus is a reality for far too many farm animals. He was a work animal, and when he suffered an injury that interfered with his ability to work, he was discarded. But unlike Atticus, most of the discarded farm animals do not get to retire. Their lives are thrown away the same as one would toss an old tool, or junk an old tractor.

It took a few weeks for Atticus to acclimate to his new environment. But soon he realized that no one wanted anything from him anymore. He was fed, and groomed, and socialized, and turned out to the field so he could run around, or roll, or do anything he pleased.

Atticus is an old man, so he gets a little impatient. But, he’s never aggressive, he’s quick to greet you, he’s great on a lead, and for an old one-eyed pony he’s a sweet boy.