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THE BLUE FEATHER
“Think B-I-G-G-E-R, Bardala.”
“We could move twenty or thirty horses,” she calculated.
“You are still not there yet. This entire planet has no horses
except ours. Remember the list of animals on the computer back
at Huracán’s laboratory? There were not any horses listed in the
inventory. I just checked. It says here in the article that there are
more than thirty-seven thousand unwanted mustangs living out
their days in government corrals and holding pastures,” Tital said.
“So-o-o...are you suggesting we relocate what I think you are
thinking in the number of horses?” Bardala said, with a rather
amazed look on her face. Tital was munching on a large, fresh
Seascape Strawberry with a broad smile on his face, as he stood
up and nodded a big YES.”
As he finished his strawberry, he said, “It’s going to be a little
tricky, but I think the gains will be worth it. Are you ready for a
busy kin?”
Following breakfast, it was another two full kins of healing
people. At times, it looked like the two lines would never end.
The suffering the farming Tongans had endured made Tital’s plan
even more important, as he said, “It’s all about logistics. Moving
things from point A to point B, we must first know how big B
needs to be.”
“What is B?” Bardala asked.
“The size of an area each horse needs for grazing in hectares,
times the number of animals,” said Tital.
“This is all new to me. How much should that be?” asked
Bardala.
“I would say, to be safe, about four hectares per animal,” Tital
said. “I looked it up on Wikipedia, look here on the iPad screen: 1
hectare = 2.471 acres.”