(Remember what I said about not enough days? Not enough hours, too/either, and too many other things to do that don’t involve computers and the insides of walls. Apologies for the delay to the day – and the year (if only, eh?)!)
How about some inter-species getting-alongness to kick off the first day of the new year?
Dundee and the band were making their way westward along the base of a little hill/ridge when they encountered the pronghorns. The pronghorns (one of them, at least) gave a couple of little “barks” at one point (their warning sound), and I think that was because at least one of them finally realized there was something “not like the others” wandering along in the horses’ wake.
The main road into the basin is just down to the right, and the pronghorns eventually crossed it and continued to watch the horses, who stopped to graze where the ground leveled out a bit above the road.
It is anthropomorphic in the extreme to say that pronghorns LIKE to race and be raced (it’s that speed thing). … But if you’ve ever driven in pronghorn country, you know what I’m sayin’. And so, when they realized (!) that the horses had no intention whatever of racing anywhere, the pronghorns eventually moseyed (as much as pronghorns can be said to mosey) on to the high ground to the north, toward Spring Creek canyon, and out of sight.
No fuss, no muss, no warfare.
I won’t say there was a lot of conversation, either (aside from the brief warning – “hey, there’s a two-legged!”), but I’m sure no offense was either given or taken. Let’s all be so kind this year.
Happy, happy. 🙂
And a couple of bonus shots, for having to wait so long for today’s post:
From last night, driving through Norwood, Colorado:
Pretty spectacular for a little town! (But also, there was a lot of kabooming, which can’t have been peaceful for the four-leggeds.)
And this morning, first sunrise of 2025:
Pretty in pink. Alas, we have zero moisture in the immediate forecast.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
Yes. Let us all be kind this year, as kind as those ungulates.
Kindness and gratitude: two words I strive to remember all year, every year.
I don’t know if you’ve read the poem Dover Beach, but it really sings the kindness song.
Melancholy … with a touch of hope. I always have hope … though the horses come through more than humans. 😉 For everyone who’s curious, here’s a link to the poem Dover Beach (I hope this is the right one?): https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43588/dover-beach
Some pronghorns and mustangs. A little fireworks. And “pretty in pink.” What a lovely way to celebrate the dawn of 2025! Thank you, TJ!
It’s all about neighborliness. 🙂
Beautiful!
Every little bit of it. 🙂
Starting the year with another great picture! I’m sure there will be many more!
I’m gonna work as hard as ever at it. … The mustangs, of course, are my muses. 🙂
That’s the poem! I’m happy you shared the link! 😊