Alright, I'll update with what I know.

- Animal control has been out once before when the horses were in good condition. They won't interfere if there is food/water on the property which I'm pretty sure there is. They can't prove whether the horses are or aren't being given the food and until the horses are in craptastic condition they usually don't remove animals or take any drastic action. I'm definitely going to give them a call, I just wanted to see if there was anything else you guys thought I should do first because I'm almost positive they won't DO anything that's actually productive at this point beyond telling the owner to get some hay but there are never any guarantees and I'll try anyway.

- This isn't really the sort of place where I'd be tempted to drive up the driveway and make myself at home. Certainly not with my husband out of the country. Maybe I can get my farrier to tag along one day if for nothing else than to try and figure out WHAT they're feeding their horses so I have a record of it for animal control.

- This property is on a pretty main county road. It's by no means a highway but there are lots of high dollar houses and subdivisions all around with horse people who drive by all the time. It's less than a mile from an elementary school. I will be shocked if I'm the only person who calls or has called animal control. At the same time I'm not going to throw hay/feed to the horses because in a lot of cases the only way to make the government save them is to let them get worse. Fortunately, I'm a squeaky wheel type. I have relatives on city boards and I know people at the newspaper. I'll be a politicians re-election campaign nightmare if they don't do something about this.

- Do you guys think it's a good idea to try and take pictures? I would have to be sneaky about it. I don't think they're going to like the idea and they're not exactly my neighbors so I can't do it through the woods or anything but I don't mind doing a drive by photo shoot.

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