Oh, a good roll feels so divine! And the dust helps keep those pesky bugs away. They don’t seem to be as bad as past years (drought?), but they’re always around.
Terra was the third mustang to take advantage of that particular spot of good-rolling dirt. Comanche nonchalantly kept watch but didn’t take advantage of the good dirt.
Hollywood grazes peacefully with his mares on a summer’s evening in Spring Creek Basin.
Happy birthday to my dad, Dave!
He was a lucky kid, growing up with horses and ponies, racing around with his brother, skijoring in the Ohio snow before it was a thing, watching the good ol’ westerns on black-and-white TV. He met my mom, Nancy, while they were still in high school; horses, naturally, were the tie that bound. And naturally, horses are the biggest and most consistent theme throughout my own life, though the U.S. Army sent us around the world during Dad’s 20-year service to country. And still, we had horses.
Dad’s a bit more silver than Killian these days, but he’s just as handsome. 🙂
I love you, Dad! Have a marvelous birthday!
Corazon’s band went to the very edge of Spring Creek Basin. Even from this distance, the sight of them right on the edge of the rimrocks made me uneasy!
Beyond them is the great wide-open range of lower Disappointment Valley.
Looks dry, huh? It is.
Cassidy Rain likes to think she’s the queen of camouflage. 🙂 She’s way too beautiful to blend in!
If Maia looks a little glum, no wonder; after our little bit of cooler temps and clouds and rain a week or so ago, it has been dry, dry, dry again. And hazy. Or dusty? Or even smoky.
I can’t speak for her, of course, but the drought sure makes the humans glum.
Seneca catches the light at the end of another blue day with lovely – but not rain-bearing – clouds.
Another teeny critter in the basin. The hole is in a very shallow little arroyo that leads to a bigger, deeper arroyo. I think this critter also is a youngster, based on its size.
Much fluffier than that last baby critter!
It’s not quite “Man from Snowy River,” but all the horses seemed to have fun galloping down this slope, which is the other side of the slope they grazed their way up, and which made a very narrow spine-of-a-saddle between two hills … and two drainages.
Down the hill in the direction Juniper is going (following some of her band, followed by the rest of her band): water.
This little critter is easier to see (well, kinda) – and standing nearly right over him/her, the lens is zoomed in as much as possible. S/he was TINY. About the size of the end of my finger, maybe. The only reason I saw it was because of the motion of it, scuttling around on those little baby legs. Fast! I got only three pix snapped, and only one – this one – was even slightly in focus.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 