Dawn and on

24 05 2011

Still have lots to share from almost two weeks ago … looking forward to getting back to the basin this week, weather-permitting. Loved getting all that moisture (including snow!), but I can hardly stand not having been in the basin for two weeks. I want to see it GREEN, like we’ve hardly had yet this year (the green-up was as subtle as I’ve ever seen it, and the cheat grass has already gone to purple), and I want to see ponds brimming with water. I want to see all the babies and families! Don’t know what I’ll find … and that’s why I’m so eager to get back out!

Juniper, mama Kestrel and daddy Comanche. For whatever reason, I just love knowing Comanche is a full-fledged daddy … He has taken such good care of Winona.

Baby girl in the spotlight

Isn’t she divine?

And the whole world is new and interesting and beautiful, to be explored and marveled at.

Then they left the shadows of the trees for the morning sunlight.

All things bright and beautiful …

All things wise and wonderful …

It was a gorgeous morning. If snow fell in the basin last week with the rain, I wonder what she made of that? What all the babies – tough little mustang babies, made of stern gossamer stuff – made of it? I hope they delighted in it and kicked up their tiny heels and ran for joy of life!

We wandered over the pinon-juniper island and found Luna’s band already hard at work at nap time. There’s just about nothing better than napping in that delicious morning sunshine after the day’s first trip to the water hole. At least, that’s my take on it. 🙂

Alpha was just to the left. I think Mouse was a little back, also to the left.

Zeroing in … Steeldust is likely Varoujan’s granddaddy (likely sire of Butch).

The littlest mister laid down …

And big brother Gideon came thiiiiiiis close to joining him … His nodding head dropped so low, I was sure he was going to lie down, but he never did.

Meanwhile, just a little distance away …

Big sister Winona, fascinated by the baby …

Ha! Mama Kestrel was just steps away to the left. Pretty soon, these two will be playing together and running circles around mama and daddy!

Handsome daddy Comanche

He stays close …

🙂

Baby girl couldn’t resist the call of nap time, either …

Like mama Luna, like daughter Kestrel … I really don’t know how to articulate how I feel when I sit with these horses, in the sunlight of a beautiful spring morning, a million miles away from anywhere and everywhere. It’s the most incredible gift to be able to do that, feeling their quiet magic all around. I am grateful beyond words … I am amazed beyond reason … It keeps me going back, it makes me do everything I can to ensure their survival in the best conditions possible. Above all things but my own family, they are my light in this world.

Juniper

Luna the beautiful and wise, mother of (at least) Kestrel, Ember, Hannah, Gideon and Varoujan; grandmother of (at least) Winona, Fierro and Juniper. We are so blessed to have her (she came from Sand Wash Basin in 2001).

Varo and Luna, Gideon and Alpha in back.

Do you see all their eyes? Luna and Varo, of course, Alpha … and Gideon? I love trying to capture images like this – puzzle pieces of family life.

Baby gives mama a schnuzzle …

Mama gives baby a schnuzzle! I love how her mobile lips are stretched out to him.

Mama, always a comforting presence …

Loved the light on him against the shadowed arroyo wall behind him.

Just love … just always simply love.





Till dawn

19 05 2011

Pre-dawn is a truly lovely time of day. These photos were taken from about half an hour before dawn to just after, when the light was just kissing the trees in our corner of heaven.

Cinch

Liberty gives Cinch an early morning nuzzle.

Pretty Gaia with Liberty

Luna’s band at one of the ponds. From left: Steeldust, Gideon, Alpha, Varoujan, Luna, Butch and Mouse.

Mama Luna and her boys. She’s actually drinking out of a puddle there. I’m not sure why she drank there rather than from the main part of the pond.

Love all their faces. Butch is looking at Comanche’s band, who are at the other side of the pond.

Mama Kestrel (Luna’s daughter), Juniper and Winona (Luna’s granddaughters!) get a drink at the pond.

Winona and Comanche

Comanche, watching Luna’s band.

Sweet Varoujan gives mama a nuzzle.

Off to graze.

Juniper and Kestrel

Good morning, beautiful girls!

Daddy, Juni and mama -dawn. You can’t miss that piece sticking out from his nostril … I’m not sure what he did there, but it does seem to be a piece of skin that he ripped somehow. Doesn’t seem to bother him for grazing or drinking. He’s looking at Grey/Traveler’s band.

Peaceful, beautiful, all right with the world. Out here … it’s easy to believe in everything that should be right with the world …

What more to say? 🙂





Juniper and family

16 05 2011

Thanks to photographer Claude Steelman, Kestrel’s filly has a new name: Juniper! The baby girl does LOVE trees! Claude found Juniper when she was just hours old. He also named young Pinon when he was born two years ago (crikey, that’s another birthday I’m behind on!).

I don’t know how you’ll stand the cuteness … brace yourselves. 🙂

One of the first photos I took of her when I first found her family, standing – where else? – with her namesake juniper! Check out the banding on her legs. I’ve noticed this in several foals when they’re very young. Most of the time, they seem to fade with age.

Mama Kestrel and her new baby girl. Kestrel is Luna’s daughter … she learned from the best!

Handsome daddy Comanche

Sweetest big sister Winona – she’s whinnying after mama and stepdaddy.

Mama and her girls

Are you seeing a theme in the surroundings?

Or this recognizable, purely Spring Creek Basin landmark?

Dearheart girl and your angel baby – so beautiful!

Baby girl was wandering around – she’s already quite independent – and mama ended up on the other side of that fallen tree. Juniper tried to paw at it a bit, but she couldn’t quite seem to lift her long legs high enough to get over it, so mama came back to the rescue.

Don’t you want to give that little muzzle the softest little smooch!?

Are you all in love yet?

Yeah …

I’m totally gone … again. 🙂





Wha-huh? Oh! … Uh …

24 04 2011

Changes happen all the time – that’s nature. Because foaling season and re-breeding season in horses happens one right after the other (no separate “rut” like with deer and elk) – and usually (but not always) in the spring – ’tis the season of changes. I like to focus on the behavior and all the “other” going on. So you’ll rarely see “fight shots” on this blog unless I can use them to illustrate the behavior behind it (such as the play fighting with the youngsters awhile back). Also, because images of stallions fighting are so prevalent, some folks then have the idea that the stallions just fight constantly, and that’s simply not the case. Stallions do fight to protect their mares and families – but they don’t fight all the time – and what else is going on?

When I first saw Hollywood’s band last week, I was confused. Kestrel and Winona were nearby – that has been fairly typical lately – but not Comanche … and not Hollywood. This was all from a distance through binoculars, by the way – and then realization hit me: Comanche WAS there – WITH Hollywood’s band – WITHOUT Hollywood …

Comanche stole Hollywood’s band – minus Piedra and, as I found later that day, their new daughter. (So much for the belief of the visitor who was adamant Hollywood could “kick that grey stallion’s ass.”)

When I finally figured out what I was seeing, it looked like the band must have been new because there was a lot of chaos swirling – and Kestrel and ‘Nona were staying apart from it.

As it turned out, I found Grey/Traveler’s band with their new filly and, late in the day, Hollywood and Piedra and Bri, and I never walked out to Comanche’s new band until the next morning.

By then, Comanche was sort of bridging the continuing gap between “Hollywood’s band” – seen above – and his original girls, Kes and ‘Nona. And except for one brief bit of interest in Baylee, Comanche seemed to be leaving them alone – and I didn’t quite understand that, either …

I’ll skip the graphic details, but Iya was clearly in her foaling heat … and it was SAGE trying to breed her! The little guy is just 2 (end of this week), and he was pretty awkward. Add to that his “auntie” Baylee, who has now fully switched her allegiance from Sage and his brother Tenaz to Iya’s little boy, and it left this human feeling confused. Why wasn’t Comanche filling that duty?

They went round and round, and Sage still found gaps in her defenses and tried to breed Iya several times while I was with them. I don’t know whether he was successful … and we won’t know till next year!

Baby was NOT hurt, I want to make very clear, and he was never in direct danger from either Sage, his half-brother trying to breed his mother, OR from Comanche, who just stole his mother and the others. Anything can happen, of course, and have foals never been trampled by a stallion trying to get to a mare to breed her? I’m sure they have been. But I know the “cult rumor” has reached epic proportions that “a stallion will kill any foal that’s not his” (I have BLM as well as non asking me this all the time), and I want to make it clear: Even in his zeal to get to Iya, Sage avoided the baby, and, as I’ve said, Comanche almost completely ignored them altogether.

What really confused me was Comanche’s behavior.

He was completely calm. Other than following them and making sure Kestrel and Winona followed him, he seemed to mostly ignore Sage AND Iya. That was the most confusing part. With her so obviously in heat (she stood for Sage patiently every time he tried), why was Comanche ignoring her? Wasn’t that probably the catalyst for Comanche stealing them in the first place? (Hollywood did not emerge unscathed from their apparent encounter, but he’ll be OK.)

Comanche at right, Sage in the middle, Tenaz, Iya and the baby in front of him and beside Baylee. Sage is in a rather tentative “stallion” position here, between Comanche and his band/family … but in the next moment:

Baby clacking!

Sage then went to the mares, and Comanche went back to grazing. Comanche showed no outward sign of injury, though he certainly could have been bruised. His attitude – in very human terms – seemed to be one of just biding his time.

Kestrel seemed to ignore the new additions even more completely than Comanche did. Here, the horses are behind her and up to the right. She’s looking long down the hill, possibly at Seven’s in the far distance (very visible this week).

Tenaz tried to take advantage of the situation by sticking as close to Winona as she would allow, but she wasn’t too interested in playing with him.

I was so hoping ‘Nona would turn her head and present me with a lovely shot of Tenaz, her and Kestrel all in a row … but she wasn’t so accommodating. 🙂 Comanche is just behind them, and the others are in the arroyo beyond.

Iya – the eye of the storm – seemed exactly as calm, taking everything in stride, focused almost completely on grazing and her baby.

No mistaking these two!

Comanche watched Iya, baby, Baylee and Sage in a wide arroyo before he led Kestrel, Winona and Tenaz down to join them.

Sunrise was almost completely cloudy (and storm-cloudy) except for this bit of softness.

Always changes … always more to learn … ALWAYS more wonder!





Up with the sun

17 04 2011

That refers to me more than the horses! I always wonder how much moving/grazing/socializing they do in the night.

Comanche’s band was close to Hollywood’s and were so very considerate in allowing me photos of them in the gorgeous early sunshine!

Comanche before the sun conquered Knife Edge. I’m really impressed with this boy as he grows and matures. I don’t know his age – based on his shading, younger than 10.

Comanche again (he does make an excellent subject, doesn’t he?!) – I love how the foreground is still in shade but it has illuminated him.

Watching Hollywood’s …

Watching me …

Sleeping on the job while baby-girl Winona watches. 🙂 This wasn’t just catching a wink – he was definitely napping in that quilt-warm sunshine – and why not? It was divine!

Mama Kestrel, also watching. Her mane had gotten so rubbed down to just wisps … all winter, it has been growing … I love how just along her neckline, it’s silver. And look at just the hint of dapples on her shoulder.

Looking up from grazing – see the belly. Due in May.

Love the dimension of the early morning shadows on Round Top … Beautiful background for a beautiful girl.

“Just” grazing … but I love how calm he is, how his colors blend with the surroundings … the shadows and erosion furrows on Round Top …

Big Long Grand Ground Covering Mustang Walk! (Love his dapples, too!)

Is he handsome or what?

Kestrel following … Now Flat Top in the background – maybe not quite “top of the world” but gorgeous – home.

Winona bringing up the rear- love how the sunlight highlights a reddish tinge on her dark legs. Along her neckline – the same silver-tipped mane as mama. And yes, that’s still snow on the hills in the background (beyond the basin/outside the herd management area).

Buckskin buuuuuutiful!

I’m increasingly at a loss for words for the incredible experiences I have with these phenomenal horses in this spectacular place. Mostly forgotten, living as only they know how to embrace the gifts of life. If they can do it – so well – with so “little” … can’t we?





Buckskin and grey

2 04 2011

A sight for hungry eyes after the winter. See what she’s going after? And yes, she got each bit! This time of year must be the horses’ Christmas.

Baby girl will have a baby brother or sister soon.

Kestrel and Winona

Sweet girl is looking at stepdaddy Comanche down in the arroyo below.

Don’t you love his handsome face?

Soon to be a daddy!





Daddy daughter dance

26 02 2011

Some of my favorite moments in visiting the horses come when the adults have close, quiet moments with the youngsters. That these beings are so closely bonded with their family members is obvious in such an intimate way, and I love to witness and share these moments. These are some of my favorite images of that entire remarkable, beautiful day:

Winona peeking around Comanche’s tail.

Comanche and ‘Nona and mama Kestrel.

She loves her mama Kestrel, of course.

She adores stepdaddy Comanche …

… and I think it’s pretty plain that he adores her, too.

We have such a romantic vision of these horses … mustangs of the Wild West … How they’re portrayed in novels, in Hollywood movies … Reality is far more powerful, I think. In all their muddy-from-snowmelt glory … this is how they are. This is the life they lead. What would *they* tell us if they could?

These are the phenomenal, close, intimate, beautiful bonds they share. They depend on each other, rely on each other – Kestrel and Winona saw me first, Comanche saw them alert, looked to them, then looked where they looked, saw me a hill away – spend every moment together, eating, napping, playing, fighting, breeding, in curiosity, in fear, in bravery. Their language is richer than we could ever imagine, maybe than we can ever fully comprehend. Much to admire, much to aspire to in their behavior toward each other. We humans have not a fraction of their grace upon this Earth.





Random happiness

23 02 2011

Life got in the way of me posting yesterday (though I started one), so I didn’t quite make good on my promise to post every day for a week. The snow-weather that prevented weekend visits has given way to warm and wet (melting) weather now, so a visit to the basin this week may not be in my cards. The good news is I have a lot more photos from last week’s visit!

Here are some random images from the day that don’t necessarily fit into a “category” … they just are as they are.

Tenaz checks out some tasty morsel mama Piedra seems to have found.

Kestrel protested mildly, but Winona finally got her way.

Comanche – Kestrel and Winona were just up the hill to the right.

What a … stud! 🙂 Isn’t he just wonderfully handsome?

Scenery interlude: All the near foreground is within Spring Creek Basin. The La Sal Mountains in the background are in Utah.

What caught my eye was that through-the-clouds spotlight on the mountains. A long lens is essential for photographing wildlife, and it’s also perfect for isolating parts of landscapes. The first two “layers” in the foreground are in Spring Creek Basin – the hills in front and the hills rising up behind. Then the next couple of layers are outside the basin, in Disappointment Valley. And the mountains beyond.

The entire foreground here is Spring Creek Basin.

Layers and layers of beauty

Fierro catches a snack surrounded by family – Sable just out of sight to the right.

More coming …





Some girls

20 02 2011

Can’t ignore the girls …

Iya will be 3 in late April, and I’m definitely expecting a baby out of that belly.

Iya and her best friend, Baylee. Bayles will be 4 … if she’s carrying a foal, she’s hiding it as well as Kestrel did last year.

Winona and mama Kestrel

Kestrel

Baby ‘Nona … growing up. I was looking at some older pix recently, and it’s amazing how much she looks like Kestrel when she was little. OK, probably not so amazing after all. 🙂

Sweetest.

Winona

Hannah

Ember. She wasn’t as interested in me as in continuing her nap in the sunshine.

Curious Sable

Baylee

Iya and Baylee

Piedra

Raven at sunset. Looks like she’s growing a baby, too.

More girls – and boys – coming!





The art of self-entertainment

17 01 2011

I’ve been keeping a secret that I know will shock the most steadfast readers of this blog.

I am lost to the filly Winona.

Wait, you’re NOT shocked about that?! 🙂

With her outside genetics making her valuable to the Spring Creek Basin herd, I allow myself to dream she will stay wild.

Now and then, I’ve seen the foals entertain themselves with tumbleweeds, prickly big beach balls they seem to me. They entertain themselves with each other and all manner of  exciting toys, such as sticks and stakes, branches of saltbush shrub … When I saw C/G’s photos from her New Year’s Day visit, her photo of Winona playing with a tumbleweed delighted me (with permission, I’ll post a link?), and I admit I hoped to get as lucky during a future visit.

Sure enough, toward the end of my visit with Comanche’s and Hollywood’s bands, after mama Kestrel had given young Tenaz a rather forceful “nudge” toward his own family – and after which, he (apparently) waited (?) in vain just a few feet away for Winona to rejoin him – ‘Nona found a small tumbleweed (Russian thistle, and it is the prickliest thing in the basin after the cacti and saltbush and woody parts of the greasewood) and started playing with it – completely ignoring and/or oblivious to the little guy.

The find

She has an audience

Starting to play ...

(Can you see the prickles?)

Play invitation

Sorry, lovely little, too prickly for me!

Undeterred, she continues to mouth it – against a stunning backdrop of McKenna Peak and the unnamed promontory!

Clearly enjoying … something! She was mouthing it, but she didn’t seem to have been chewing it yet.

This was my favorite – when she flipped it in the air!

Picked it up again (check out her now-snowy schnoz!)  and started walking toward me.

Sure you don't want to play?

Psych - keep-away!

And here you can see she’s mostly devoured it! She really did eat the whole thing. It brought to mind the Assateague Island ponies eating poison ivy and greenbrier. (Southern/southeastern folks probably know greenbrier? We have it in Texas – green vines that can grow and drape so thick as to be impassable – with thorns, of course!) She walked past me and then came toward my back, decided, apparently, that I was no entertainment of any good kind and continued on her way …

… joined eventually by mama Kestrel. I’ve turned around now in my seat in the snow, so this is taken in the opposite direction of the above photos – gorgeous scenery in every direction!

Babies are growing in the mamas’ bellies … This year will bring Kestrel’s second and Comanche’s first (as far as I know)! It has been warm (30s F) since my last visit to the basin, snow melting. More in the forecast. It’s only January! March is typically our snowiest month. This has been a fairly odd La Nina year … but we’re apparently right in the middle (geographically) of the “streams” that bring whichever weather, so we’ve had warm and dry AND cold and snow!

Either way, the horses are doing just fine!