A week or so ago, I hiked out to Buckeye’s band under a cloudy sky, only to then spend half an hour or so with my back to a half-alive juniper while it rained. The horses beside and behind me had their butts to the wind as the rain turned to graupel and drips slid off their forelocks and manes and muzzles.
We got a false reprieve of a few minutes before the wind brought another wave of rain, and that’s when I took this pic of Rowan as the band started moving about to graze (they clearly thought it was over, too!). If you zoom in, you can see the diagonal slanting rain drops.
Love her little nibble-lips as she looks back at a couple of band mates.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
Rowan is so very beautiful, hope the rain brings good grazing!
She is, and I hope so, too. We’ve had so little moisture, even since last year. … More in our forecast, though, so fingers crossed!
I love her “little nipple lips” too, TJ, and her delicate nostrils! She is a beauty.
Ha! She IS a beauty. For sure. 🙂
Beautiful gal! Glad for the rain!
Hoping for more that actually soaks in!!
TJ, you write so beautifully!!
Ha. Well, when you’re immersed in beauty, maybe you can’t help but come up with at least some words to describe it. 🙂
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