To all our daddies …
… from all your children and mamas and families who love you …
We love you and appreciate you and thank you for all you do!
Happy Father’s Day!
XOXO
Us
To all our daddies …
… from all your children and mamas and families who love you …
We love you and appreciate you and thank you for all you do!
Happy Father’s Day!
XOXO
Us
Spring Creek Basin has grown by two. 🙂
Friends of the horses and mine, Lynn and Kathy, spotted this new pair this week, and I got to see them for the first time yesterday!
Although we got days and days of rain and snow, the basin is still disconcertingly dry, ponds still shallow. The dry roads made it easy to get around, but I can hardly fathom that the thirsty place just slurped up all that moisture. It shows in the green blush of hills and possibly more globe mallow and prince’s plume than I’ve ever seen.
Roja’s and Seven’s little boy already knows how to dance!
As ready as Roja was to foal two weeks ago, I think he’s probably close to that in age.
I had a wonderful visit with this band this morning and even took a nap to the music of the wind through the junipers. A hummingbird visited a couple of times! Later, when I was back in the Jeep making notes, a gorgeous little hummer with a shimmering royal purple throat came to the door three times!
Dawn found me with this lovely little miss:
Check out her little silver beard! I think she may eventually turn grey like big brother Whisper. She has a right hind fetlock exactly like daddy Bounce’s!
With gorgeous mama Alegre
Oh, what sweetness!
Belated welcome to your world, babies!
There are a few updates this week … to come!
Whisper was 2 yesterday!
He’s tall and handsome and takes as much after daddy Bounce as he does mama Alegre.
About a week old here.
With mama a couple of weeks ago! A few of his yearmates are off on their own already, but Whisper is still with mama and daddy.
And big sister Gaia went off with her own new family this winter. What a fabulous big sister she was to the little mister.
Playing with daddy Bounce.
Happy birthday, handsome boy – keep your sense of humor and don’t forget your lessons!
I swear Alegre gets more beautiful every time I see her.
Love this look from cheeky Whisper!
He and Gideon were both in a mood to play when their families were together – they bucked and whirled and galloped – celebrating the new baby? Maybe! Who’s to say?!
My greatest joy is the time I spend with these amazing horses (I know, I use amazing a lot; if not amazing, incredible; if not incredible, wonderful … you get the idea). This time of year, there’s particular purpose behind my time: Documenting the foals born and the mares’ foaling dates. It all adds up to the store of knowledge I keep in notes and files … it all adds up to the increasing knowledge in my head, heart and soul that is added to every single time I visit them. I will never know all there is to know about them. I will never stop learning about them – soaking in all they have to teach me – and after a (relatively short) lifetime with horses, I soak up every beautiful lesson as if I were a child.
When I first spotted Bounce quite a distance away, Alegre and Whisper were out of sight. In fact, when Bounce turned and trotted farther away, sudden terror seized me that something was wrong. Alegre lost her foal last year – in May – and I’m not sure how quickly she bred back, so I’m not entirely sure when she might be due (as you’ll see, I think she’s probably on track for at least May again). But then he calmly allowed me to approach him, and Alegre and Whisper were completely fine. I said a little prayer of thanks … but it didn’t explain his odd (to me) behavior, though I have suspicions.
From our visit …
Alegre, I think, is a daughter of Alpha and Grey (Al(e)gre – get it? 🙂 I pronounce it “ah-leg-gruh”). As gorgeous as both, more beautiful than either alone.
Whisper, of course, has no chance whatsoever …
Between gorgeous mama …
… and handsome daddy …
… he is quite doomed to be a knockout! 🙂
Sister Gaia left this winter, so it’s just him, mama and daddy – until mama has her new little. He’ll be 2 in early May … he has amazed me lately at how tall and leggy he seems. Alegre has a bit of size to her, and I think he inherited that – daddy Bounce isn’t very tall!
You can’t see it under that long, thick forelock – that may be courtesy of daddy! – but it’s hiding a big-big star! (You can see a bit of it in the first photo of him above.)
Doesn’t she just make you sigh? With all the craziness and ugliness in the world – much of it human-caused – these horses teach us every day about treating each other with decency and kindness. Know everything about them?! I never will! I can only hope that I learn and learn and learn till the day I die! They are our teachers … not the other way around.
This might be my favorite photo of Bounce to date – and I love him so much I can hardly narrow that down! After incredibly, knowingly trusting me with Alegre and Whisper for quite a long while as they grazed and I enjoyed (that first pic is of him looking back to check on us – and he’s farther away than he appears), he decided to join us – and here he is with that jaunty step of his – tail up, mane waving, ears relaxed, in his home, part of his home … You can see just a hint of that … and I think that – knowing him so well, not knowing him nearly well enough – is what I love about it and him.
If I could bottle what they teach, I would give it freely away. It’s without any number-value estimation … and the world needs more of it. Hmm. The world HAS it – obviously! – whatever IT is, whatever THEY have that they so freely give (and some so rapaciously take and take) … The world just needs to recognize it more than we do.
Thank you and thank you and thank you and thank you …
On that last visit to the horses, from which I ended up with 2,000+ photos, from which these last several batches of posts have come, I came upon Bounce’s toward the end of the day. It was about midafternoon, really, but I stayed with them longer than I realized, and the sun was sinking when I finally left. I saw all but four bands that day, including some I hadn’t seen except at a distance all winter. I was looking specifically for Bounce’s … and they were my last, ultra-glorious visit of the day.
I have two basic, personal “rules” of visiting the basin: Don’t flirt with wet weather, and don’t set an agenda.
So “looking specifically for Bounce’s” – or anybody – was breaking the “rules.” But sometimes some rules are meant to be broken (like “the rule of thirds” and “always shoot with the sun at your back”). And I just had a feeling … and “in the back,” where I thought they might be, sure enough, there they were.
Hello, lovely. It’s been awhile, eh?
Whisper is so big and so dark that when I first walked out, I was constantly looking between him and Bounce to determine which one, in fact, WAS Bounce.
But when I got closer, more characteristics – youthful – started to reveal themselves. Whisper was close to Alegre, and Bounce was farther out. In fact, I’m not really sure when Bounce realized I was there. I sat down up from Alegre, and I ended up there for goodness knows how long.
Definitely March. Gorgeous and sunny, but the wind – and it was stiff – had a chill edge to it; I should have worn my jacket. The La Sals were visible in the distance – unlike the previous day, when they were wreathed in clouds – but I stayed long enough that their crown became a shroud that hid them, eventually, fully. A storm brewing!
Not much later, even this view of the La Sals would be gone, hidden by snow clouds.
Over the basin, brilliant sunshine – to the northwest and across the north: clouds. Looking east, a normal sunny blue day in Colorado; looking north-northwest (toward the mountains) … something a little special with the light.
Lovely light on lovely Alegre.
And bugs. 🙂 I don’t know what they were – something I imagine the trout would rise to gobble (if there were trout in Spring Creek Basin!). Tiny – half an inch long? – mostly sheer shimmering translucent wings, bodies teeny. They came through the air with the wind all at once in a flutter of half a dozen, in waves, every so often. One landed near me … at least a couple kissed Alegre on her lovely nose.
Her reaction after her “kiss.”
There’s Bounce yonder … mountains winked out of sight …
We had mostly sunshine …
… and a few moments of cloud cover. Is it weird that all the shapes I saw in the clouds were carnivores – and upside down?
Is she not the most gorgeous of girls?
She paused her grazing for a nap …
…
… and we all napped together.
The ground, rocky as it is in that area, was surprisingly comfortable. The chill-tipped wind, not so much. I think I really would have drifted peacefully into full sleep except that I was shivering. ‘Legs stood close by, eyes mostly closed, checking on me now and then as I raised my head to check on her. I got the feeling a foal might have … mama standing protectively nearby … all right with the world. About a month now, and our first foals of the season will be feeling just that!
Bounce disappeared from sight. The ground dropped off between us and him – Whisper, in the photo above, is standing just on the edge, I think.
I can’t come up with a word for how wonderfulgorgeousbeautifulsublimephenomenalmagnificentastoundingbrilliantfantastic it was.
This is the first *I* knew that HE knew I was there. He may have known before, but neither Alegre’s nor Whisper’s behavior would have tipped him off – and he does look a little surprised, eh? 🙂
He went out of sight again … and awhile later, I looked over, and he had come up – just his head in view – behind Whisper. The next events were funny!
Staying just like that – just his head in view (I was still lying on the ground), he nickered at Alegre. She ignored him. He nickered again. She was grazing – ignoring him that I could tell. More nickering … she eventually grazed her way toward – but not to – him.
One of the funniest things I’ve seen yet. 🙂 She wandered on up the hill and above me and around the other side of me while he stood on the edge of decision.
How handsome is he? Shooting toward the sun as it was just above Knife Edge – my camera did not want to focus on him. This is him finally following Alegre.
Whisper followed, too, of course.
Handsome daddy Bounce + gorgeous mama Alegre = one good looking boy!
Bounce and Whisper. The boy will be 2 in May.
See the grey muzzle? Showing his wisdom. 🙂
Glorious
And that catches me up on my last visit!
It’s a tricky thing in the mountains to say too early “It’s spring!” But that’s just how it feels. I’ve lived here long enough now to know “the rule”: Don’t be hasty ushering in spring because that’s just the time Mother Nature alerts you that she’s the ruler of the universe and decides to go cavorting with Father Winter after she’s teased you with melting snow and 60-degree weather and glorious sunshine (do I say glorious a lot?). That said, it sure feels like spring! We had a pretty mild winter, though … which portends a rather dry summer.
Fuzzy coats are still fairly thick (and that’s another sign that it’s not quite over yet, winter …), and the horses look – say it with me: glorious. 🙂
Bounce’s band were up the hill and across the canyon from Wildcat Spring when I visited with them last week. I can identify some of the grasses out in seed – needle and thread, Indian ricegrass – something that grows in green bunches, maybe one of those. Bounce was trying to get maximum scratching power out of a just-barely-tall-enough juniper, and I thought – not for the first time – oh, if only I could help you …
He’d shift forward and backward and – as you can see here – side to side.
Then he gave a whinny and strutted up the hill for a flirty (!?) visit with Miss Gaia.
You can see by their tousled forelocks that we had a bit of wind to keep away the gnats.
Most-lovely Alegre and Whisper were just a few steps up the hill. In addition to the grass, the hills hold much more surface rock and cacti. I always marvel at their ability to make comfortable the roughest places.
And little Liberty investigating a fallen tree …
Steeldust’s band was farther up the hill across a little drainage (at the top of this hill, the land falls off in a rugged cliff to the “canyon confluence” behind Wildcat Spring). I went to visit with them … and Bounce decided that was a good idea, too. He played with Storm for a few minutes until Steeldust chased him away. More to come.
Some more pix from the first day of our visit last week.
Hayden and Jif. They were relaxed but shy and grazing.
Grey/Traveler’s band. Gemma is going grey first right over her butt and from a distance looks a little like an Appaloosa with a blanket pattern.
We saw a collared lizard on our walk back to Wildcat Spring, but it wasn’t interested in visiting with us. This guy, however, defended his rock – right in the middle of the road – while I drove right by him! He looks fierce, eh? But I think this was his way of venting some heat – although getting off that cooker of a rock may have helped, too! We had a nice breeze (not enough to rid us of the gnats), but it was warm – up to 92 by the Jeep’s gauge. I love these lizards’ bright colors and muscley little legs!
Hook’s band was only mildly interested in us. Right to left: Hannah, Sable, Hook, Ember and Pinon.
Toward the end of the day, we decided to take one more pass past Wildcat and had a nice surprise: Bounce’s and Kreacher’s bands, right off the road.
From left: Raven, Corona, Kootenai, Kreacher and Mona
Whisper and Liberty. They’re not as close as they appear, and Liberty is standing a bit farther up the hill. They look pretty similar in size here because of lens compression of the scene, but Liberty is still noticeably smaller than Whisper.
Whisper in the foreground and Alegre at right.
T spotted the almost-full moon coming up over the eastern ridges. This is looking out toward the east pocket. A little farther to the right would be McKenna Peak and the unnamed promontory.
Mona and Kootenai caught in a rare moment of affection. Usually Kootenai bugs Mona, who is very laidback, and Raven usually comes to her rescue by pinning her ears at Koot.
Kreacher, Raven and Kootenai walking toward us.
Kreacher, Raven and Corona. You can really see Corona’s wide blaze here in her mother’s shadow. She’s also still nursing.
We were able to sit with them for a bit in the evening light – wonderful! There’s Bounce in the background … and they’re watching some newcomers.
Seven and his band – Roja, Ze and Spring – were coming up toward Wildcat for an evening drink. They hadn’t been visible when we parked and walked out to sit just off the road with Bounce’s and Kreacher’s bands, but as it turned out, I had parked a bit “ahead” of where the trail comes out, and Seven was not pleased. (As a side note, can you see the extreme resemblance to Grey/Traveler??)
He trotted back and forth, looking hard and blowing at the Jeep while Roja stayed some distance back with Ze and Spring. I keep coming back to this, but they haven’t forgotten and so neither have I. It was almost two years ago that they were chased by a man in a truck. They remain extremely wary of not only people but also vehicles. It’s important to know here that although I was parked in their line of sight, the Jeep was not blocking their wayS to water. But because of their extreme sensitivity, it might as well have been. Most of the other bands respond very well to quiet, careful viewing, but Seven’s have never gotten over that incident – maybe others? This is their home, so we quietly walked back to the Jeep and drove away, taking the “danger” with us.
Roja and Spring – pic taken from the Jeep. Look how big Spring is! (I haven’t taken many pictures of her *because* of their wariness.) She looks so much like Molly. She has little black spots on her knees, and I’m sure her legs will darken. Check out Roja’s loooooong dredlock!
And Seven and Ze … now much calmer and at ease. A great sight to leave with.
Had a simply gorgeous time in the basin … despite the forecast that called for – you guessed it – rain/snow – again – right smack dab on my weekend. The forecasters were wrong! (Please forgive my wicked glee!) The sky looked threatening the whole way out, but then it was sunshine and layer upon layer of thick fluffy white clouds from here to the horizon. Ma Nature brewed her dark clouds over the La Sals to the northwest, and assistant Wind dutifully carried them east and south, but Storm’s corridor was just along the northern and eastern ridges and on down to the far southern reaches of Disappointment Valley and beyond, leaving the basin just a paradise on the edge of the world.
An example – this patch of sunlight illuminated the finger hill Bruiser, Twister and Cinch (reunited) were standing on while the ridge behind them stayed in shadow. They were looking down on Hollywood’s band, who eventually went north, while the boys moseyed down off the hill and across the arroyo and up onto the bench that carries the west-side loop road toward Round Top and points east.
Even more is blooming now – late this year. I’ve been keeping track, but – crazy! – I haven’t stopped to photograph the flowers yet. The paintbrush has been trying its best to find the sunshine and warm breath of spring, and more is blooming every week. Prince’s plume started last week … the globe mallow was out just this week – not so much in the basin but very much along the private road leading to the basin. Hardy phlox – white and pink – has been out for weeks and still blooms, some of the petals looking a bit windblown. Loco weed also pops up in places. Some isolated yellow daisies-something-or-other. The cheat grass is still green but starting to flag. Greasewood is greener than green (it’s possible) and was budding last week. Water holes are dry or very shallow. One pond holds decent water, and a couple of bands are in the vicinity of Wildcat Spring. At least one band is using the catchment, but they have to range far for forage because it’s just not that great in that area. The claret cups are tightly furled within their nests of thorns … not blooming yet. I saw a couple of bunches of lupine (my very favorite wildflower) near Dolores, but that was it. We don’t typically get lupine in the basin (I’m so jealous of the opportunity on Pryor Mountain to photograph babies in fields of blue lupine!)), but there are spots along the Dolores-Norwood Road where they’ve been insane in past years. Given the great snow we had this winter, I’m looking forward to a great show of wildflowers here in Colorado this year.
The horses are mostly shed out now – last year’s youngsters still fuzzy in most cases. Nights still dipping into the 20s (occasionally) and 30s (commonly). The temp reached at least 72 while I was out. Just beautiful.
The first horses I saw were Chrome’s: Jif, Hayden, Two Boots, Cuatro and Chrome, taking his time, bringing up the rear. Can you tell that Jif is slick while Hayden is still fuzzy? Oddly enough, because he was born so late in the year, I’ve never seen Hayden shed out. His face is starting, though, and I think he’s going to stay sorrel – he’s going to be just as handsome a devil as his daddy!
Two Boots is starting to look a little closer … Can you see the little hunks of hair Hayden is trying to shed?
“Wait for me!” They walked on by and down the hill on a horse trail, then Chrome looked up from his lolly-gagging (grazing) and decided he was being left behind, so he went galloping after them.
I saw Seven’s close to Grey/Traveler’s close to Bounce’s, who turned out to be close to Kreacher’s who were close to … Luna’s. (Some stallion weirdness I’ll explain in a minute, so for now, it’s Luna’s band because everyone is following her!)
Didn’t take pix of Seven’s or Grey’s. Seven’s were very close to where I saw them last week. I just sat in the Jeep and watched them. Roja grazed and watched and watched and grazed for about 10 or 15 minutes, then oh-so-casually led her family away. She is so wary and so protective, and because I’ve witnessed them being chased (a couple of summers ago, after which I never saw Molly’s filly Starla again), I just don’t have much heart for even attempting to get too close for her comfort – which isn’t close at all.
Grey’s were moving toward the road on which I had stopped, so I enjoyed my vantage of being able to watch them as they grazed their way closer and eventually crossed to where Seven had had his band.
Who’s who? Doesn’t Whisper, left, look just like daddy Bounce? He’s going grey, though … I love seeing the resemblance.
Gaia and Liberty
And this girl is pulling a Luna on us – two weeks past her “due date,” and she barely looks pregnant at all. Even with her most recent spa treatment in evidence, isn’t she just beautiful?
Raven and Kootenai. You may remember a few posts ago, I referred to their mid-morning nap … here we are smack in the middle of their middle-of-the-afternoon nap!
Corona – no, she is NOT white! – Mona and Kreacher. I know she looks white – she’s blown out, too – but she’s not. She has this very unusual flecking of her palomino color … like Ma Nature couldn’t decide what color to paint her.
All but Mona, who was just off to the left.
And there’s baby Gideon with Mama Luna and Butch, Storm and Alpha at right. Steeldust was nearby but not too close.
Steeldust
Who could resist this gorgeous matriarch? One of the great grand dam(e)s of Spring Creek Basin.
Storm and Alpha watching Kreacher’s band. (And yes, he’s still nursing.)
While I was watching this, I kept one eye on Steeldust, who watched but never moved a hoof. Butch has bred Alpha in the past, but he didn’t now, though she’s clearly in heat.
Butch did a little dance (like a very slow motion passage) over to Steeldust, who didn’t go after him, but neither did he back down. It did provoke him to mark his territory, and Butch went back to Luna, who took the opportunity to walk away …
… followed by Alpha …
… to the very shallow nearby pond. Here’s Steeldust at left – rear – while Butch leaves a territory marker as Luna leads Gideon and Alpha and Storm around the pond – effectively separating Steeldust from the mares.
Luna walked around the pond, but Alpha stopped. Butch continued after Luna, and Steeldust stopped with Alpha.
Think that looks terrible?
How about this?
The good news is that BLM is supposed to have several more ponds – hopefully including this one – dug out because they’re all very shallow (because of the highly erodable soil). The bad news is that neither of the two ponds dug out finally last fall have water right now (I was so optimistic), and the ponds to be dug out aren’t even on the schedule until August or September.
Here’s Butch getting great enjoyment out of his “spa treatment”! Check out how he’s tilted his head and closed his eyes to avoid splashing mud. 😉
He splashed a few times, laid down just so his cheek appeared to touch mud, then got right back up again.
Kreacher, Mona and Raven watch Luna lead the band away from the pond. Butch is looking back at Alpha and the others.
They’re really all quite polite with each other. Whether that’s something conscious – “don’t want to get involved in THEIR drama” or “I think I have enough …” – or bonds keeping them together, who knows? The girls from Sand Wash Basin seem quite content with their boy.
Alegre napping at the base of the hill while the babies (not “babies” anymore!) graze in a bunch. Bounce was down a bit watching the two bands.
He has such a presence, but he’s really not a very big boy in size.
Our very own wild black stallion. He has a heart of gold.
Mahogany, Sundance and Mouse …
Kestrel, Winona and … Comanche, still guarding the girl and the babe!
Notice anybody missing?
There’s Aspen at far right …
Notice anything else, hmm, “odd”? Kestrel and Winona in the background … and in the foreground, Mahogany (front), surrounded by boys, left to right behind her: Mouse, Sundance and Aspen. And not quite ready to present her baby … but close …
Comanche … Hey, who’s that behind him?
Do you see? Recognize? Now do you see who was missing from Mahogany’s band?
Hannah and Sable. When I saw Mahogany – without Sable – I hoped fervently that she had joined her yearmate and big brother Pinon older half-sister Ember with Hook. This kind of thing makes me wonder how “off” our herd dynamic is with massive roundups that take most of the horses every two to four years. Hannah and Sable are yearlings. In a normal environment, I don’t think they’d have left their dams this soon. In both cases, they left before their mothers had even had this year’s foals.
Left to right: Pinon, Hook, Sable, Ember’s head, Hannah
Kestrel
I thought she was going to put on a show like Gideon did last week …
…
But this wee girl is more reserved than her uncle.
Mama and first-born daughter
Snack time
Love her expression here … *drinker of the wind*! Trying to catch a whiff of this weird two-legged.
Baby girl laid down when Kestrel was grazing with her head hidden from me by a greasewood bush. But then Kestrel grazed her way around her like this, and it looked to me like a little “hug” of the baby – a cocoon of sun-warmed grass and mama’s protective presence.
Comanche grazes by Kestrel as she stands over Winona. The other horses were never far away. I wonder whether Kestrel will continue to follow Mahogany or whether she and Comanche will eventually split off on their own.
Baby napping under guardian legs. Could anything be sweeter?! (Don’t answer that, and if you’ve made it this far, more sweetness is coming …)
With all those boys together, there’s bound to be a little of this. Mouse, left, and Sundance.
And then Hook had the audacity to strut up the hill from his little flock toward Comanche, Kestrel and Winona. Kestrel never looked up, and it didn’t – immediately – interrupt Winona’s nap – but Comanche took immediate notice. And Hook got a little shock:
He took off after him – HARD. I had started to leave them, so I missed the beginning stages of this chase with the camera.
So Hook, former lowest man on the bachelor totem pole, has a band of four now, and Comanche, former first sergeant for Steeldust’s band and then low on the bachelor pole that developed when SD’s band split, seems to have acquired a mare and her foal … and former Lt. Mouse seems to be still in that position – to Sundance, who seems to have been born into and at least grew up in the band? – with Aspen at the low end of THAT heirarchy. Following in the footsteps of low-man Kreacher and low-man Copper … Smarts, not necessarily brawn, with this group?! Or is the bottom of the heap the place to be when it comes to “acquiring” those that lag behind (whether youngsters or a mare that goes off to foal)? Always a myriad to ponder …
Hollywood’s band was almost the last I saw (I saw Cinch, Bruiser and Twister again, far off). Not too far from the road, and I was able to get a nice look at Piedra’s newest son.
No lupine … and greasewood doesn’t quite have the same luminous quality, but baby in a sea of green appeals just as well to my heart.
Piedra and her little boy – see how his star makes a heart at the top – like Hayden’s? Or another upside-down aspen leaf …
Baylee and Sage
After a bit, he got up to nurse, but I loved this look he’s throwing back over his shoulder.
Then Piedra decided that was enough exposure to a two-legged, and she walked down to Hollywood. Iya in the foreground. She turned to follow them, and I wish I’d been about five steps to the left or right because Holls bent his neck around to greet his son for a few seconds before Piedra turned and walked a bit farther before settling back to grazing. The whole moment was blocked because I was behind Iya in a direct path. Oy. As much as I love to capture the interactions between the mamas and their babies, I love to capture that between the stallions and babies – just more rare to see. They like to portray this stoic tough-guy front, but they’re big softies when it comes to babies! Just like all of us!
The Four Corners Back Country Horsemen’s annual wild horse count is this weekend – I hope you folks see all the horses and new babies and have weather as great as mid-week!