Thoroughbred goes from feed lot to Bermuda
Last April, the tired-looking chestnut gelding appeared to have reached the end of the line as he stood, meekly waiting, in a New Jersey feedlot. Shaggy and unkempt, his mane grew in scraggly strands down his neck. And, about the only thing that looked clean on the ex-racehorse was his hip sticker. Bright green, it identified him not by his race name, Whippany, but as Hip No. 699; he was now a horse to be bid on and either sold to meat buyers who would ship him to slaughter, or perhaps by bidders with a more charitable intent. As fate […]
