On a small patch of deserted farmland in the town of Lincoln, in the US state of Massachusetts, broken-down rocking horses, plastic ponies and other assorted horse toys are scattered on the ground. Some are made of wood, some plastic with rusted springs and broken legs, weather-battered from years of harsh winters and scorching summers. As if by magic, ponies have been proliferating along this winding country road, resulting in the peculiar place know as “Ponyhenge”.
The plastic and metal horses started arriving anonymously sometime in 2010, with the placement of a lone horse along the picturesque Old Sudbury Road, about 15 miles west of Boston. How and why the rusty object appeared is a mystery, even to Lincolnites who’ve been around a while. Someone state that the first horse was abandoned there when two kids put up a short-lived lemonade stand to make a quick buck in the summer, and another that he was left over from a Christmas display. Another said that it all began with the owner of the land putting out one rocking horse for anyone to grab, while others say that it started with a single headless horseman that was put up as part of a Halloween show. But, in any case, that horse attracted more horses.
Whatever the real story might be, after the first one appeared things started to get strange: more horses, hobby horses, rocking horses, and horse figurines, began appearing at the site. They are periodically rearranged, sometimes in a circle, sometimes in rows like race horses, and the herd keep changing position frequently and unexpectedly, but who moves them is a mystery. Strange enough, During the Kentucky Derby, someone placed the horses in rows as if they were racing. At Christmas time, they are wrapped in holiday lights and, once, they were arranged in a circle as if it’s a carousel.
Other times they are simply scattered and knocked around everywhere, as if they’ve come back from a long night of carousing.
It seems that the herd has been growing faster of late, with twice as many horses put out to pasture as there were a couple of years ago. By a recent count, there were 42. Even weirder, no one takes them away but not only, ’cause the arrangement only morphs and grows, much to the delight of the family that owns the land.
As the owner told the Boston Globe in 2015, “There was something lovely about it being anonymous, and now every time we go away, another one appears.”
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