
Miss Seneca ponders a crisp-day nap under the protection of Temple Butte and surrounded by her family (they were all around, mostly grazing and not nearly as photogenic!).

Miss Seneca ponders a crisp-day nap under the protection of Temple Butte and surrounded by her family (they were all around, mostly grazing and not nearly as photogenic!).

Chipeta picks her way down the slope toward a deep arroyo that held water from the last storm’s melting snow. They like the liquid that must taste fresh and crisp!
I think sometimes the pintos show their fuzziness best of all the horses. And Chipeta looks just about ready for winter. 🙂

Back to ponies from creepy crawlies! 🙂 The very lovely Cassidy Rain watched a young buck trot and stot below the band. I love all the golds in this image (and if you don’t think bay is *gold* you’re missing out!).
Sunday was the last day of Colorado’s second rifle hunting season, and it’s a relief. There were more hunters in Disappointment Valley during second season this year than past years, which was a fast-forward of the stress that we always having during third season, when the wheeled, noisy hordes really descend upon us. That starts Saturday, but until then, we have a reprieve of quiet.

While we were working on the catchment last week, Mike and Garth found this little critter wandering around the work site. Garth took some pix of it crawling up Mike’s arm, and Daniel took some pix for his wife, who hates spiders (!), then I followed suit. The tarantula crawled up to Mike’s shoulder and around behind his neck to his other shoulder, where I lifted it gently and, at Mike’s direction, carried it safely away from where we were working.

Because our herd manager is just a big softie … for creatures great and small. 🙂
Only a couple of days earlier, I’d rescued another tarantula from being stepped on by a grazing horse moving in its direction (the horse definitely was aware of the little eight-legged crawler).
I don’t see as many tarantulas lately as the temperatures drop, but there are still some wandering about the countryside. Gotta protect these little guys and gals!
Well, we outlasted the summer heat, the gnats, the dust, the wind, the dust, the gnats, the heat, the dust (you get the picture), and it’s time to finish our second new water-catchment project for our mustangs of Spring Creek Basin!
Last week, after waiting out the drying roads and before the next round of moisture (soaking rain and big, fat flakes of snow that didn’t stick but added to the moisture), Mike Jensen, Garth Nelson and Daniel Chavez – our BLM range heroes! – came out with tools and supplies, and we got started on phase 2 to get the catchment finalized to take advantage of hoped-for winter snow.
If you need a quick refresher about our work to install the tanks and piping and trough, click on June 2022 over on the right under Archives, then scroll down to find the posts about that work.

It all starts with the first post (pipe) hole! Well, it really all starts with running a string (see the pink line across the tanks?) to dig the holes so the line of steel pipes – to support the roof structure – will be in a straight line. Garth (left) and Daniel are on the gas-powered augur (what a difference that makes to digging holes! especially as many as this project requires), and Mike supervises. He would later do the lion’s share of work with the post-hole digger (far left) and tamp bar when the augur wasn’t quite enough to break through the calcium layer of soil.

Moving right along. You can see by their bodies that Garth and Daniel are putting their weight and strength over the augur to dig deep into the soil.

This was the last hole across the front line of the tanks.
Have you noticed the black straps over the tops of the tanks? As you might remember, we had another good monsoon year (heck, we HAD monsoons again this year after *not* for a few years). After the tanks were in the ground (in June) – piped together at the bottom, the dirt covered back over – at least one of those big rains poured off the hill behind and above the tanks and ran across the not-so-settled dirt around them … and sort of UPROOTED at least two of the tanks – and broke at least one pipe connection! The BLM guys had to come back and fix that little issue (no pix of that because the designated photographer/documenter (that’s me) was on vacation in Wyoming at the time). The straps over the tanks – snugged to T-posts driven into the ground – were to hold them in place in case of another gully washer – which seems to have worked.

Mike checks the level of the pipe while Daniel finagles the concrete to straighten the tilt.

Right on the money! These pipes will be holding an immense weight to support the propanel roof sheets, so the guys filled all the holes with concrete to ensure the longevity of the pipes in our erosion-prone soil.

While Mike and Daniel were mixing and pouring the concrete, Garth was cutting the pipes into sections to place in the holes that the guys had dug with the augur. I went back and forth, lending a hand wherever needed and taking pix of the work (because all good work should be documented!).

The guys work together to shovel the concrete into one of the holes to stabilize one of the pipes.

Getting close to end end of hole-auguring on the back side (uphill side) of the tanks. Of note: The white on the far ridges, including McKenna Peak and Temple Butte, IS, in fact, snow. That seems at odds with the guys wearing T-shirts, but it was warmish until the wind picked up. And did I note that it wasn’t HOT, and there were no gnats and no dust?

Here, you can see the pipes that we’ve already placed – and concreted in place – that will serve as supports for the roof.

And then, as we were getting close to placing the last pipes, THIS happened: A couple of bands came down the hill from the northwest bowls (little “swales” in the northwestern part of Spring Creek Basin, above Spring Creek canyon) to drink at the pond in this area that I call the northwest valley. Why are we building a water catchment in an area that has a pond, you ask? Because, other than this year (of course), that pond only rarely has water in it, which meant that this area – usually dry – is a really GOOD location for a water catchment. And it has proved to be a good location – this year – for showing us that the horses will use this area – and graze it – when there’s water there to drink!

The guys used a couple of methods to ensure straightness of the posts (not just the straightness of each individual pipe but all of them related to all the others in lines up and across), including the string line (pink, tied to the short bit of rebar between Mike and Garth); measuring distance with a tape measure between the posts pictured, as well as those to the left, out of sight; and Daniel, shown here employing the eyeball method – sighting along the three pipes.

Mike and Garth level the pipe while the horses decide there’s not much to worry about and go on to the pond.

Peace on both sides, horse and human.

More of the same. I so loved that the horses, after their initial shock at seeing us at their watering hole, pretty quickly decided that we weren’t doing anything upsetting at all.

And the last pipe is in place!

It’s a good-size pond, and when it holds water, it holds a fair quantity!
Shortly after this, we were done with all the pipe placement and started cleaning up tools and supplies. The horses drank and wandered off to graze in the little valley. Even when the guys rumbled out in their trucks, the horses weren’t bothered. I stayed to take some pix. Before I left, two trucks with sightseers (importantly, not hunters (the end of today marks the end of the second rifle season … two more to go …)) drove up into the northwest valley. The horses had drifted and were grazing right along the road, but the visitors moved super slowly and respectfully, and the horses gave them a marvelous view for pictures right through their passenger-side windows!
We’ll continue work on the roof structure over the tanks as weather allows. Another moisture-bearing system is headed our way by Tuesday night. 🙂

It’s hard to see with the sun shining through it, but a lot of that grama grass in front of Kestrel actually is mostly green, not the dead-dry yellow you would expect of autumn. The mustangs that are grazing in that area are pretty happy little grazers.

Sand dropseed is done with its seeding, but there’s still green close to the ground that the horses eagerly search for and clip neatly with their teeth. It’s all good and welcome in these golden days of autumn.

Pretty, golden, glowing Gaia is the same as Winona when it comes to picture-taking: Nooooooottttttt too interested. 🙂 But who can resist such a gorgeous girl?

Silly, beautiful Winona always thinks she can hide behind something. 🙂
Mostly it’s because she has gotten so used to having her picture taken (or at least, me pointing a big black box and long tube at her), she rarely looks up from her grazing, and when she does, I have to act fast, even if there’s something distracting in the way. But for pix of this lovely mustang mare, it’s all worth it!