Gaia and galleta. Reaping the rewards of September rains.
What weird weather we had this year: Drought and the threat of hay shortages because of drought, then rain and floods and the destruction of the hay that was grown.
In Spring Creek Basin, our mustangs took it all in stride and feasted on the plentiful grasses and waded in knee and hock deep to drink from full ponds. For a beautiful stretch of time, it truly was mustang paradise. Now those grasses ARE amber. The horses are thick-coated and round-bellied. And in the beautiful golden days before winter, they graze like kings in the desert.