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Newspaper Articles
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 Refuge Farms provide permanent home for unwanted horses by Sara Tischauser, Correspondent, Wisconsin State Farmer. [September 15, 2006] Refuge Farms started with a promise to take one horse and make a difference in someone's life with that horse. Since that first step, Refuge Farms near Spring Valley has received more horses and helped many people along the way. For more of this story, click on or type the URL below: http://www.refugefarms.org/wisfarmer091506.html 
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Homes for the Homeless: Wisconsin Horse Rescues by Monica Bahr, Horse & Family. [April 2006]The unwanted horse: an unfortunate and common story. Whether their fate brings them to an auction bound for slaughter, or they are left unattended in a pasture with no food or shelter, there is a ray of hope. I was able to visit with some of these horses whose fate seemed doomed but were lucky enough to find their way "home." For more of this story, click on or type the URL below: http://www.refugefarms.org/horse_family.html
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 Hoofprints by Susan Amundson, The County Journal. [September 29, 2005] An insight to PSSM (polysaccharide storage myopathy) Last weekend, I attended the 4th Annual Open Barn at Refuge Farms. Refuge Farms is a horse rescue facility in Spring Valley. Each year, the open barn highlights a special horse in their presentation. This year, the highlighted horse was Jerry. For more of this story, click on or type the URL below: http://www.refugefarms.org/hoofprints092905.html
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 From the horse's mouth (and her eyes)... Born with cataracts, little filly gains sight, new home at Refuge Farms. By Deb Anderson, Variety Editor, The Dunn County News. [July 20, 2005] (Diary of a horse: The following story could best be told from the animal's point of view.) The sun was high overhead and the temperature was in the 50s when I began to make my way out of the barn and into the corral on Feb. 12. Led by my caretaker, Sandy Gilbert, who haltered me, I was sort of still savoring the sweet smell of hay in the stall and the tart crunch of a crisp Macintosh apple in my mouth. Sandy had just squeezed medicine into my eyes, but I was getting used to that. For more of this story, click on or type the URL below: http://www.dunnconnect.com/articles/2005/07/20/progress/progress02.txt
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