Przewalski's horse

I've always called them

Przewalski's

horses.

I said Przewalski.

So, literally, Schawalski horses.

Great.

So it evolved on the Eurasian steppe, which is this amazing sort of treeless grassland belt between Hungary and Manchuria.

And that's where these horses evolved and lived for thousands and thousands of years.

Vaquita, who's going extinct, but they're down to 10 to 20.

You know, we talked about Przewalski horses.

We know they have trouble.

They were down to 12.

I have two corrections from my last topic on life in exclusion zones, both pronunciation slash word choices.

So a lovely listener called Mika emailed in to express that we should make a point not to call them Shavalsky's horses and call them, probably by their Mongolian name, Takis, because Shavalsky was a Russian imperialist and contributed to the oppression of native groups in Russia.

And also introduce them to the Western world where they were, you know, then driven to extinction.

So I'm certainly not against this.

Although as a side note, as most of the world refers to them as Schawalski's horse, you'll still need to use that to look them up probably.

Although places around Mongolia will refer to them as Takis anyway.

Mika was also kind enough to share some conservation efforts of takis that are more local to the region.

No fucking

His wife, happily, completed the publication of his travels after his death, and I believe she has now a son who continues the work of his father and mother.

I also saw a great deal of Przewalski, or rather Przewalski, as his Polish name ought to be spelt, although he himself preferred to appear as a Russian patriot.

He was a passionate hunter, and the enthusiasm with which he made his explorations of Central Asia was almost as much the result of his desire to hunt all sorts of difficult game—bucks, wild camels, wild horses, and so on—as of his desire to discover lands new and difficult to approach.

When he was induced to speak of his discoveries, he would soon interrupt his modest descriptions with an enthusiastic exclamation, But what game there! What hunting! And he would describe passionately how he crept such and such a distance to approach a wild horse within shooting range.

I am afraid my landlady took me for a glutton, but I must say, by way of apology, that neither in the geological books I had read in English nor in Spencer's Biology was there any allusion to such an important matter as tea drinking.

I got from Russia the Journal of the Russian Geographical Society and soon began to supply the Times also with occasional paragraphs about Russian geographical explorations.

Przewalski was at that time in Central Asia, and his progress was followed in England with interest.

However, the money I had brought with me was rapidly disappearing, and all my letters to Russia being intercepted, I could not succeed in making my address known to my relatives.

Animal lovers, we have some very good news.

Two Przewalski horse foals have been born in Kazakhstan, and conservationists say they're the first wild horses born there in more than 200 years.

Those are the horses that actually went extinct in the wild, right?

Yes.

Przewalski's horses once lived across Central Asia, but hunting, habitat loss, and competition with domesticated animals caused their population to collapse.

Zoos and conservation groups kept the species alive through breeding programs and eventually began returning them to the wild.

Over the last few years, 22 of the horses have been brought back to Kazakhstan, and now two baby boys have arrived.

...

but the name is a Przewalski horse.

They're, it's in Kazakhstan.

Kazakhstan.

I'm curious, is there a project that you've recently just worked on that you were really proud to be a part of?

Recently, we have from one of our partners in Kazakhstan, the birth of the first wild Przewalski horse.

It's a very hard name, but yeah, they just had their first wild baby born.

It just shows that rewilding, it's working and these animals are playing their role in creating a more resilient landscape.

His wife, happily, completed the publication of his travels after his death, and I believe she has now a son who continues the work of his father and mother.

I also saw a great deal of Przewalski, or rather Przewalski, as his Polish name ought to be spelt, although he himself preferred to appear as a Russian patriot.

He was a passionate hunter, and the enthusiasm with which he made his explorations of Central Asia was almost as much the result of his desire to hunt all sorts of difficult game—bucks, wild camels, wild horses, and so on—as of his desire to discover lands new and difficult to approach.

When he was induced to speak of his discoveries, he would soon interrupt his modest descriptions with an enthusiastic exclamation, But what game there! What hunting! And he would describe passionately how he crept such and such a distance to approach a wild horse within shooting range.

I am afraid my landlady took me for a glutton, but I must say, by way of apology, that neither in the geological books I had read in English nor in Spencer's Biology was there any allusion to such an important matter as tea-drinking.

I got from Russia the Journal of the Russian Geographical Society and soon began to supply the Times also with occasional paragraphs about Russian geographical explorations.

Przewalski was at that time in Central Asia, and his progress was followed in England with interest.

However, the money I had brought with me was rapidly disappearing, and all my letters to Russia being intercepted, I could not succeed in making my address known to my relatives.