Simmons knew the pony who’d died — her name was Hazel Hill Scrap, and she was a 9-year-old mare who belonged to a friend of hers. She also recognized two others. “The gray mare and the dark filly at the front of the group looking on [were] actually her mother and half sister,” Simmons said.
These weren’t ordinary ponies — they were “New Forest ponies,” a rare native pony that has roamed the British Isles for thousands of years. While locals own some of the New Forest ponies, others are fully wild. But all New Forest ponies — whether they’re owned or wild — wander freely through the forests and villages.
But sadly, the ponies pay a high price for their freedom.
They technically have the right of way on the forest roads, according to Simmons, but people often drive too quickly and hit the animals. And the person who hit Hazel Hill Scrap didn’t bother to stop and help her.