Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

His band was below him out of sight. He, the scout, was on high ground to detect the approach of any danger to the napping band.

The sky was unsettled. … The forecast gave us a good chance of rain that never came that day.

… we await spring. Isn’t it the same every year? 🙂

Most of the mustangs are starting to look a little rough as they begin to shed their winter finery in preparation for the longer, warmer days of spring, but Chipeta rocks her still fine fluff.

She’s a fashion maven that way.

Slurp, slurp goes the snow. Happily, happily, we soak up the gift from Ma Nature and Ol’ Man Winter as we wait for the Maiden of Spring.

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And how about this: New Mexico Rep. Deb Haaland has been confirmed the first Native American secretary of the Department of Interior.

From the article:

“Deb Haaland, a member of New Mexico’s Laguna Pueblo, has become the first Native American Cabinet secretary in U.S. history.

“The Senate voted 51-40 Monday to confirm the Democratic congresswoman to lead the Interior Department, an agency that will play a crucial role in the Biden administration’s ambitious efforts to combat climate change and conserve nature.”

For fighting for her people and all indigenous peoples and on behalf of public lands for all Americans, for fighting for science in the face of looming and catastrophic climate change, for working to preserve places of environmental importance and places sacred to Native peoples, she has been called radical. If being fierce in the face of interests that threaten and standing up for the threatened means being called radical, she seems to be well up to taking that title with the dignity for which she is known. She has widespread support, including mine.

Terra had been napping with her beau as the rest of the band browsed through the snow, which had melted to the point that vegetation was readily seen and available. Winter isn’t easy, but with moisture widely available in the form of snow, the horses scoop up bites of snow between mouthfuls of vegetation. Even with the snow we’ve (finally) received recently, the ponds are still just big depressions in the ground. This may or may not be the last gasp of winter, but (as always) we are still very much in need of water from the heavens.

Placing one’s hooves and feet takes feats of strength and endurance in the mud. Killian appears to be taking extra care in that department.

It’s not that Corazon is vain, he’s just completely comfortable with his exceptional handsomeness.