There was a time when sheep grazed at Sheep Meadow in   Central Park. There was a time rabbits romped the paths of the Rambles and   horses galloped the Bridal Path.  There was time, only a few years ago,   when at least a hundred Canada geese graced the waters at   Harlem Meer this time of year.
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The sheep and rabbits are long gone from Central   Park. Riding horses have since been replaced by endless runners on the   Bridal Path. And the geese have been relentlessly slaughtered and harassed in   New York City to the point there is only now, one pitiful family of four geese   remaining in the 839 acre park.  Soon, even they will be   gone.
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This past Sunday, I went to the Boat Lake to see the geese,   but could not find them anywhere on the lake that was covered by at   least 50-60 rowboats.  (Apparently, the geese were hunkering down   somewhere as it was middle of the day.  My friend reported seeing them   yesterday morning.)
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Feeling somewhat disconnected to my surroundings, I left the   Boat Lake and continued to walk south to 59th Street where I was sure to see   some animals in Central Park -- the carriage horses at least. 
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While walking there, I stopped to watch (for a long   time) passing horses and carriages at the 72nd Street park drive,   carefully searching for any signs of abuse, overworking, exhaustion or   cruelty.
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Though I saw close to 20 horses and carriages and it was   a fairly warm, humid day, not one of the horses had even broken a sweat nor did   any appear to be even slightly tired or straining to pull carriage.    
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On the contrary, all the horses appeared relaxed   and walking at very slow and leisurely pace -- almost as if they were   walking themselves.  Drivers barely had to do anything but point to   various sights of interest to their passengers.(like tour guides).    The horses know where to turn, when to stop and even where to get fresh,   running water. 
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If not knowing better, one would almost think the horses were   fully in charge and command during the carriage rides and not the humans.   
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Of course that is not really the case (just ask any of the   people opposing horse carriages. According to some, the horses are   "enslaved.")  But, no matter how much time spent or horses observed, I   could not detect even hint of any kind of "abuse" or   "exploitation."
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On the contrary, either up close or from distance, I kept   feeling I was looking at basically happy and secure animals. Horses who are   confident in who they are and their place and job/role in the   world.
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"Happy" is of course, a very subjective word and it can be   hard to discern in either humans or animals.  What is "happy" after   all?
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Some us might think that in humans, "happy" is intensity   marked by smile, laughter, a kind of free, devil may care attitude, wealth,   success, love and a general joie de vivre.  That is all probably   true, but it might cause us to wonder and question why sometimes comedians and   others who seem "to have it all" commit suicide?
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In animals, "happy" can be even more complex to   discern. What is a happy animal?
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Quite frankly, it seems in both animals and humans, happiness   is sense of balance, harmony, security, connection to others and the world   around one.  It is knowing and feeling confident and comfortable with   one's place in the world and one's "role" in life. 
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It is seemingly "icing on the cake," if one (animal or   human) has an ideal and beautiful place to live, bountiful   friends/relationships (with one's own kind) and plenty of leisure (non-worry and   non stress) time.  But, these are not necessarily determinants of   happiness.
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I have for example, seen stray cats and even dogs living   in junk yards where life was harsh and unpredictable, but who nevertheless,   appeared "happy."  By contrast, there are many cats and dogs living in   beautiful homes exhibiting "behavioral issues" associated with depression,   anxiety disorders and stress. 
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Obviously, beautiful surroundings and even "love" as we define   it are not necessarily preludes or determinants to being happy for either man or   beast.
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But, harmony, balance and comfort with one's "lot in   life" seem to be. Those and sometimes a little stress and challenge thrown in   just to spice things up and keep them interesting. 
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Comfort with one's lot in life is perhaps what I   have most observed in the carriage horses of Central Park over this past   week. Yes, there is noise and activity around them. Yes, the streets of New   York City might not be the story book environment for them. But, like the nine   million people living here and adapting to the stresses of life in the big city,   the horses appear to be very adaptable, too. 
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Should we assume that 9 million humans living and in most   cases, working in NYC are "miserable?"  Should we assume millions of   dogs and cats living in city apartments are "abused" because they   don't have a yard in which to run around?
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If we cannot accurately make these assumptions for humans and   other animals living in NYC, why should we assume the horses are   "miserable" and "abused" because they are not living the life some of us   envision for them? ("Frolicking on farm or bucolic setting.")
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What I saw this past Sunday were horses being rewarded with   carrots, buckets of oats, a pat on the neck and/or praise when returning from   rides. Part of their "job" seems to be posing for photographs and putting up   with people lavishing compliments.  One driver even laughed that when   talking too much with people and not paying enough attention to his   horse, she nipped him on the arm as if to say, "What about me? Pay attention to me!"
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It reminded of when my dog, Tina would get jealous anytime I   paid more attention to Puppy Boy.  She'd interject herself between us as if   to say, "What about me?"
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But, these things seem to point more to relationship between   human and animal than to any neglect or abuse.  Certainly, I was not   abusing my dogs. 
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In writing all this, it is not to paint a Pollyanna picture   that everything is "fine" and perfect with carriage horses of NYC or that every   driver loves or cares about his/her horse in the same way or to the same   degree others do. Nor am I saying every carriage horse is "happy" all the time   and to the same degree. 
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What I am saying simply, is that these horses do not need   rescue. (Tragically, tens of thousands of other horses do.)
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Improvements need to be made.  Loopholes need to be   closed that allow for any type of neglect or irresponsible abandonment.   Horses should have opportunity for some pasture and grazing apart from that   offered by 5 week vacations in the country alone.  I am sure there are many   others, but as the saying goes, "Rome wasn't built in a day" and everything is   work in progress. 
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What doesn't want to be seen are the   carriage horses disappearing and being banished from Central Park, the same way   so many other animals have vanished or been wiped out over the years (including   my beloved Canada geese).  
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Horses helped to build this great city. Incalculable   numbers actually perished doing so as there were no laws to protect them in   centuries past. But it is very different now.   How ironic and   hard-hearted is it for us to come all this way and say now,   we no longer want and welcome horses here -- even if just to pull a   carriage through part of Central Park?  
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Does it ever occur that the horses might actually derive a   little bit of comfort and happiness from knowing and   exercising their role and place in the world and that there are humans   who greatly appreciate, cherish and strive dearly to hold on to   and protect that -- both for them and for   us?   -- PCA
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