Well, let’s just continue the theme, shall we?
Cassidy Rain with mama Gaia and new stepdaddy Storm.
The new family: Killian, Roja, Storm, Gaia and Cassidy Rain.
Beauties!
Well, let’s just continue the theme, shall we?
Cassidy Rain with mama Gaia and new stepdaddy Storm.
The new family: Killian, Roja, Storm, Gaia and Cassidy Rain.
Beauties!
Gaia and her daughter, Cassidy Rain, formerly with Grey/Traveler’s band, now are with Storm’s band, which previously consisted just of Roja and her yearling son, Killian.
Pretty mama and baby girl.
Isn’t it strange to see a foal turning not lighter but darker?? (In our basin of dominant greys, it is!) Now she’s the rich, dark brown of her sire, Cinch. The question is: Will she stay this color?
Did no one guess the answers to the questions posed under the “Change” post? Their names were in tags, of course, but … anyone?
Maybe it’s just that this young stallion continues to amaze me. Aspen has been dogging Grey/Traveler’s band for the last week or so, but it wasn’t Aspen who stole a mare. It was …
Storm!
As a side note, can you believe how dark Cassidy Rain now is? Look back at this post or this post and compare.
The ponies are showing definite signs of “fuzzying up”!
And really, who can?
The big man himself: Grey/Traveler.
Two of his girls – Alegre and Houdini – and this year’s daughter, Mariah.
And new mama Gaia and baby Cassidy Rain.
Just because they’re all beautiful and I love them so. 🙂
Mama and daughter from a cloudy evening before the rain. Look at those long baby lashes!
In fact, that night, I walked one of the big arroyos that drain Spring Creek Basin in a section HP and I hadn’t ridden, and it was totally dry. I made my report later: Not a seep to be found. A few nights later, Spring Creek was running with water! Can’t wait to see what moisture awaits the next time I can visit the basin and her beauties!
Cassidy Rain with mama Gaia at sunrise.
I spent sunrise with my favorite band, then visited Hollywood’s band. Good news: Kestrel got Comanche back. And yes, I mean it just like that.
Divine morning. Sometimes I’m reduced to happy tears to feel the blessings of this life. You can’t witness moments like these and not believe in the beauty of the world, that it’s something worth fighting for. Glorious.