
Corazon, rimmed with late, low light; grasses in the background afire with that same light.
Love.

This one might take you a minute to puzzle out. 🙂
That’s Piedra and her stallion flirting. His butt is toward me, and that’s his tail you see framing their faces.
An intimate portrait of two big, active mustangs that caught my eye as soon as it came up on my screen.
In other news, happy anniversary to very dear mustang friends Frank and Pat Amthor. They’ve been part of our story since my (at least) beginning with Spring Creek Basin. Much love to you both. 🙂

Winona made me work hard for this image, which is a millisecond away from a head shake against annoying flying bugs.
What caught my eye first, as I was walking back to my vehicle from a visit with another band, downslope, after the sun set beyond the ridge we were on, turning our near-world to shadow, was the still-lit-and-glowing red-rock knob to the north. Then, Winona’s band.
Her pearl-shimmer grey against that glowing red?! Yes, yes, I did stay and try very hard to get her in front of it while she grazed head-down among the fourwing saltbush.
I think I finally succeeded. 🙂
(I’ve heard that formation called Klondike Basin, but as it’s a ridge, outcropping, something (?), it doesn’t look much like a basin. On maps in that area is something called Buck Knob. Which/whatever its name, it’s as identifying to Spring Creek Basin as some of our other landmarks, though because of its location and rarity of catching the horses in proximity, it doesn’t show up in many pix.)

A few evenings ago in Spring Creek Basin, I was just sitting out in the grass, surrounded by a few bands of mustangs when … this lone pronghorn buck showed up, sashaying through the group like no big deal (and apparently it wasn’t, for either him or for them).

He didn’t seem to realize I was there at first, hanging out with the wildies as I was, just a lump in the grass. I think it was the clicking of my camera’s shutter that alerted him. He’s at a slow lope (if a pronghorn can be said to do anything as mundane as a *slow lope*!) in the pic above, but I think that was because he was between bands of mustangs at that point – and between me and bands of mustangs. When he first appeared to notice me, he just veered his course in that direction, still walking.
He ended up passing another band out in that direction and, as far as I know, went out around and beyond the western shoulder of Filly Peak.
Seeing these pix from that night, I was reminded that I’d seen a family of pronghorns a few nights (maybe a week) before THAT. Pronghorn bucks, like elk bulls and mule deer bucks, don’t stay with females of their species year-round – UNlike mustang stallions, who, of course, do. So I hesitate to call this little grouping a “family,” though it was clearly made up of a few does, a fawn and one determined buck (he was determined that they should go on, through/below/past the bands I was (again) watching, and the shes of the group were just as determined that they were not, under any circumstances, going past the little rock outcropping upon which perched the weird lump that was oddly clicking).

This was just after I’d become aware of them, after I’d sat down to watch a couple of bachelors who were grazing their way toward me. The doe at left is looking back at one of the stallions.

Ah, now the jig is up; they’ve heard my clicking and are aware of my presence. They didn’t come any closer (which was fine).
Riddle me this: Pronghorns are the fastest North American land mammal. But which are faster: does or bucks? The buck did manage to “corral” his girls (they also went in at least three different directions – at the same time), but THEY made the decision on where they were going and when. They finally moved in basically the direction he wanted them to go, but farther down the hill from below the road.
I can’t say for sure, but I think the horses found them as fascinating as I did.

We’re ALL loving the grass these days of late summer. 🙂
What you see in the above pic with Maiku is galleta, a native, warm-season grass. It is *splendiferous* this year!
(Gratitude, of course, to Katharine Lee Bates for the title of this post, from “America the Beautiful.”)

I was with another band and a fair distance from Skywalker when I looked over and saw him highlighted against the storm-shadowed far ridges with a bit of billowing cloud above him. Skywalker knows how to work the dramatic backgrounds, even while sedately grazing along.
(No, we didn’t get any of that rain, but hopefully our neighbors to the southeast did!)

Piedra and Kestrel and their bandmates – indeed, the whole herd – are taking advantage of the bounty of (particularly) galleta grass this summer. The grama and sand dropseed and alkali sacaton also are particularly good. Mustang heaven as the days shorten.


At the very moment of sunset, Flash and his young pals were taking a break from harassing the other stallions and their bands. Fortunately, the break gave the other stallions a much-needed breather, too!