Houdini hasn’t lived all her long, wary, wild life cozying up to strangers. She’s not really a role model for celebrating diversity in that way, but *because* she’s lived all her long, wary, wild life surviving with who knows how many family members, we’ll forgive her. Because she’s beautiful and wary and wild, and she hasn’t lived so long to change now. 🙂
Shadow is another little lady who might have to step a bit higher than her slightly taller band mates.
Hayden provides the color; Ma Nature provides the moisture.
What could be better?
Maia seems to give an air of someone caught at the fridge at midnight. 🙂
Without all that snow piled so deep, it wouldn’t seem like she’s down in such a hidey hole, snatching vegetation her mates haven’t found yet!
The days are getting longer every day, but that ol’ winter sun still likes to stay fairly close to the horizon, where it casts long, long shadows at the end of the day.
Who knew we had an Arabian show horse in the wilds of Spring Creek Basin!?
Oh, it’s just (just!) Cassidy Rain, showing off her bold gorgeousity. 🙂
One of my snowshoes squeaked in the snow when I turned, and Cassidy Rain was off like a shot, tail flagged and head high.
Oh, isn’t she marvelous!
It’s no joke to say that the horses depend on – and even like – greasewood, even in its prickly winter phase. (Actually, it’s never not prickly, but in the warm months, at least it has a little succulent-type “bud” or “leaf” that makes it (maybe?) more palatable.)
Even winter snow ponies get itchy bellies now and then and need a handy greasewood on which to scratch! This was at least the second greasewood so abused by Seneca while I visited. Meanwhile, Killian thought they served better as forage than as a scratchy stick (he was eating the twigs). 🙂
If we got this much snow every winter, we might be in fine shape. 🙂
The snow is still deep, still awesome.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 