To continue the grey theme, pretty Mariah looks curious but not as wind-blown as her name suggests. Her band was in a little cove on the north side of a long hill, and they were quite happily grazing and napping there.
I’ll say. Interestingly, there aren’t many left now who haven’t been born since I started documenting the herd. It’s amazing to watch them grow up and live their wild lives. π
Pretty Mariah seems to be greeting you, TJ. All those mustangs have to know you pretty well by now! π
I’ll say. Interestingly, there aren’t many left now who haven’t been born since I started documenting the herd. It’s amazing to watch them grow up and live their wild lives. π
Happily, grazing and napping! What more could a body ask for π
Exactly so! Peaceful, easy life! π
Another pretty gal!
Oh, yes. Sooooo pretty! π
Was she looking back at you?
Yes, indeed, she was! π