No rhyme or reason, really, just beautiful horses. š
Queenly Alpha.
If Alpha is a queen, Luna is an empress. She continually amazes me with … with everything about her.
Little Varoujan was named by our visiting Armenian journalist Aghavni, you might remember. My friend N, visiting this day, wanted to get pix of him to send to her. We visited with them out in a “meadow,” then moved on and stopped again to wait for Grey/Traveler’s band to move out from the pond. After they did, we walked down to check its depth (so shallow, you can see the mud and mat-like vegetation (?)). We also saw these crazy tadpoles?! HUGE. Leggy, turning-into-frogs creatures they were that gave us shadowy glimpses before darting into mud or mat. We also started seeing flashes of glittery greenish-goldish things that looked suspiciously scaled.
We started to move around the edge of the pond, and so engrossed were we that when I happened to look back, I was stunned to see Luna, leading her band to the pond! I nudged N, and we continued on around and sat down, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible – though obviously the horses weren’t at all bothered by our presence.
N had me in tears yesterday, telling me how magical was her visit to the basin and how she couldn’t stop thinking about the horses.
I start thinking, “maybe it’s just me.” “Maybe I’m crazy that after all this time, not only do they STILL affect me, they affect me – every time – more than the last time.”
But no. It’s not just me. These amazing horses truly are magic.
Handsome Mouse. One of my favorite bachelors. With any luck, he’ll be left and will find himself a mare …
Big brother Gideon resting his chin over little brother Varoujan’s heiny, mama Luna close at hand.
Spook and Bruiser. We watched them between leaving Luna’s and waiting for Grey’s to leave the pond. We wandered all around that day, and like N remarked, we almost always saw Spook and Big B no matter where we were.
Varoujan skipping ahead to Luna as they neared the pond. Alpha’s expression is directed more to Gideon, bringing up the rear, than to baby Varo. You can just see the edge of the pond at the bottom of the photo, and N and I have moved around it to sit down out of their way.
I couldn’t decide which perspective I liked better. Gideon adores his “auntie” Alpha.
Baby Varoujan and mama Luna
Big bro and little bro
Loved how big brother and mama’s tail “frame” the littlest mister.
I posted one similar to this last week … Couldn’t resist this one, too.
Another similar one … I’ll end it here for today …
If you could explain magic, it wouldn’t be. I can’t explain it. I know it. I believe in it.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
Varoujan is quite a looker. They all are. It’s definitely not just you, but you might be the only one with enough stick-to-it-ness to continually bring us back the pictures. Thank you.
They have captured me. That’s all there is to it! š
I am always amazed and set back by your pictures. They are great. I learned one important thing last week. be patient , set back and enjoy the scenery, and they will let you into their life. Thans for the enjoyable time.
beautiful, sweet photos. such a nice band of horses.
Elden – That they certainly will, and I am blessed beyond measure. I so enjoyed meeting you and showing you the horses and around the basin! Please return and keep me up to date on your travels!
Billie – They certainly are! I love every minute I spend with them. Mouse has turned the tables on Steeldust again, and he’s running, running, trying to get back to the band.