Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Center of the world

Sunday was … the last day, the end of the weekend, gorgeous … busy with visitors … the end of the fourth/last hunting season. Did I mention gorgeous? The kind of day when it never enters your mind to be anywhere else or with anyone else.

I had a couple of hours of early morning again Sunday before Debbie and Kathleen arrived in the basin, and Steeldust’s and Traveler’s bands were still close by and accommodating. There is such a feeling of peace and all-is-right-with-the-world under all that rich light.

Traveler and Jif

Silver-beautiful boy and his girl Jif.

Iya and Houdini

Although Houdini does still let Iya nurse, it seems like she’s starting to wean her away, just by walking off when Iya indicates interest.

Soft

Do you love his expression here?!

Youngsters

Do good things come in threes? Three good babies. Beautiful early light. Wild youngsters so relaxed.

Baylee and Hollywood

Piedra was there, too, a few moments earlier, then she wandered off to graze.

Home with a view

Relaxed Steeldust, hangin’ with the (extended) fam. If you’re having a big crew to the table this Thanksgiving, think of him, leading his big crew to grazing every day of the year. Don’t stress. Enjoy the sunshine. Take a nap. Appreciate your family.

Shortly after this, Debbie and Kathleen arrived, and we returned to find the horses in the same areas. We spent more time with them, Debbie had her wonderful conversation with Grey/Traveler, and we bid them farewell to head north.

Top of the world

Twister, Iya and Houdini walking along the edge of the “ridge” that drops off southeast of Filly Peak beyond the road where it curves to take visitors past the catchment.

The ladies’ time in the basin Sunday was limited because of their distance from home. We spotted the new mares up off the north road, so we headed up to visit them.

Apricot dun

We took our time walking out to them, even though they were just a short distance from the road and had seen the Jeep rolling toward them. They were on a little grassy bench above the road. (And I did see the black mare nibble at a greasewood bush. I think they’re just not sharing all their secrets at once.)

One way

There’s the black mare between the two duns, warning the apricot dun away.

Then the other way

They didn’t go far.

Once more

When I was in third grade, I followed my best friend, Linda, everywhere. Looking back, I’m pretty sure it was annoying.

Go, duns, go!

You might be able to just see the black mare’s nose behind the tree branches at right behind these girls. Seconds after this, the only thing you could see of them was their heels in the air!

What more can you ask from life? So … a few words, but my goal was to show off the expressiveness of the horses, whether napping or playing. Happy? I really think they are.