Kestrel in lovely, almost-sunset light in the Spring Creek arroyo in Spring Creek Basin.
I love the way her golden coat mirrors the golden arroyo wall glowing in the background.
Kestrel in lovely, almost-sunset light in the Spring Creek arroyo in Spring Creek Basin.
I love the way her golden coat mirrors the golden arroyo wall glowing in the background.
A quote I saw and liked recently: “We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.” ~ Konrad Adenauer
Hollywood leads Madison, Comanche and Kestrel (and the rest of the bands’ members) away from the roller-coaster ridge pond, where they drank at the end of the day.
This horizon from Spring Creek Basin: Unique and much loved. With mustangs in front of that horizon: Heaven under the sky.
Big girl Madison looks back toward daddy Comanche and Hollywood’s band at the purple-mountains-majesty end of day. Mama Kestrel and big sister Juniper graze in the background.
Juniper was a sleepy girl …
… on a lovely, warm spring day …
… and she’s gone. 🙂
Juni down for the count with sister Madison and mama Kestrel. Daddy Comanche was behind them to the right.
What a lovely day. And there’s a blush of green across the hills. As dry as it is, that’s nice to see.
Curious Madison walks past mama Kestrel on a snowy day a couple of weeks ago.
Sunlight and shadow. Mama and daughter. Pretty-pretty.
Comanche brings up the rear of a mix of his and Hollywood’s bands: Juniper, Madison, Kestrel, Temple and Piedra. Pre-dawn a week or so ago.