Happy Thanksgiving!

25 11 2010

I am so thankful for the opportunity to get to know these incredible wild creatures. They give me so much more than I could ever return.

I am thankful …

I am thankful …

I am thankful …

I am thankful …

I am thankful …

I am thankful.





Ours, before we were U.S.

24 11 2010

http://www.rgj.com/article/20101123/NEWS20/11210366/1321/NEWS

From the Reno Gazette-Journal

“Best science” gets harder and harder to ignore.





Kreacher & his girls

24 11 2010

Kreacher – he and his girls have such a good relationship.

Kootenai …

… and Corona – their own personal model walk.

Corona and her “auntie” Kootenai

Raven

Raven’s own glamour shot against the mountains!

All the bands have their own personalities. Raven and Kootenai are young – 4 this year – and I think Kreacher also is fairly young, maybe around 8ish? That makes them seem like a tight little group of friends. Kreach leads, he follows, whatever works – he always defers to alpha Raven! – and he can be fiercely protective of *his* girls! But mostly, he’s very laid back and easy-going, and that attitude pervades this little band.





Buckskin and blue

23 11 2010

Any Ian Tyson fans out there?

“We will ride to the end, on the wings of the wind, until we’re home, and our circle is through. May the children read, may they understand, what is of true value, so the truth may be known. The glory of God, and the dark side of man. The one thing, they must ride on alone. And may they stay, where the river runs through, the range and the sky, buckskin and blue. May they ride to the end, on the winds of the wind, till their home and their circle is through…” ‘Til the Circle is Through, Ian Tyson

“Buckskin and blue” started sticking in my mind after an extended autumn trip to Yellowstone country last year. The buckskin grasses of fall, waving below turquoise-blue skies brought that song back to me. And now I think of it often when I’m out with our own buckskins, under the blazing-blue sky that is the dome above Spring Creek Basin.

Do blue mountains count? This is looking too much toward sunset for the sky there to be so blue, but the snow on the La Sals carries the tones.

These buckskin girls surely count! Winona and Kestrel

Not buckskin, but I liked how Comanche’s brown-grey dappled color mimicked the colors of his snow-dotted background.

Buckskin and buckskin and saltbush and winterfat and pinon and juniper hills. Little girl in a big country.





Aspen light

22 11 2010

Steeldust’s band was partially visible near one of the roads, but I had seen Seven’s band and not Shane, so I went to them first on my last visit. I had such a good visit with them and Hook’s and Comanche’s bands that I lost track of time (like that never happens …), and then I had forgotten to change the daylight saving time setting on my GPS device, so even though the sun was about a finger’s width from the horizon, I kept telling myself I had plenty of time to get over to see Luna and the gang. Ha. (I know exactly where I am, but I’ve found it handy for sunrise/set and moonrise/set times, though, in Colorado, with hills and ridges and mountains along every horizon, the time is usually off between about 17 and 23 minutes.)

With the very, very last kiss of sunlight on the grasses, I caught sight of Aspen over a hill … and that was it.

I love the light and Aspen’s pose and the illustration that the horses can be so nearby (this is not far from the road) and so out of sight.





Black as Raven

21 11 2010

Just something about Raven … some weird, wild, wondrous, witchy thing that grabs the imagination and makes you fall in love.

And Raven’s daughter, Corona, light to her dark. Love that mane she inherited from papa Corona, aka “Fabio.” Stallion Corona is still wild in Sand Wash Basin; witness accounts put Raven with his band before the roundup there in October 2008. It follows that Corona-filly, born in 2009, is his daughter. (And yes, I named her after him.)





Sun(light) & moon(rise)

20 11 2010

Watchful Roja

Spring

Swelling moon, up around 3:30 p.m., I think

Handsome Seven, chatting with Hook (you can barely see his tail through the tree at lower right)

Sweet Shane, nearly gave me a heart attack when I didn’t see her at first, from a distance

Did I mention Hook’s band was very nearby? Just a bit of snow left from the last storm … and we’re expecting more this weekend …

Mona and Shane and purple mountain majesty

They had stopped so Shane could have a snack; meanwhile, I took in the scenery!