Two bands separate on top of what I call bachelor ridge after browsing through snow at the base of the ridge. Although I was fairly far away, I loved the way the horses seemed to glow against the far ridges. Snow on south-facing slopes is always the first to melt. Later in the morning, the ground became pretty soft. 🙂
Every day should start with a funny-boy mustang.
Thanks, Hollywood! 🙂
Can you see the spring green?
It’s there. I’m soooooooo sure!
(Oh, I’m so, so, SO hopeful!)
Houdini hasn’t lived all her long, wary, wild life cozying up to strangers. She’s not really a role model for celebrating diversity in that way, but *because* she’s lived all her long, wary, wild life surviving with who knows how many family members, we’ll forgive her. Because she’s beautiful and wary and wild, and she hasn’t lived so long to change now. 🙂
Shadow is another little lady who might have to step a bit higher than her slightly taller band mates.
Hayden provides the color; Ma Nature provides the moisture.
What could be better?
Maia seems to give an air of someone caught at the fridge at midnight. 🙂
Without all that snow piled so deep, it wouldn’t seem like she’s down in such a hidey hole, snatching vegetation her mates haven’t found yet!
The days are getting longer every day, but that ol’ winter sun still likes to stay fairly close to the horizon, where it casts long, long shadows at the end of the day.
Who knew we had an Arabian show horse in the wilds of Spring Creek Basin!?
Oh, it’s just (just!) Cassidy Rain, showing off her bold gorgeousity. 🙂
One of my snowshoes squeaked in the snow when I turned, and Cassidy Rain was off like a shot, tail flagged and head high.
Oh, isn’t she marvelous!
It’s no joke to say that the horses depend on – and even like – greasewood, even in its prickly winter phase. (Actually, it’s never not prickly, but in the warm months, at least it has a little succulent-type “bud” or “leaf” that makes it (maybe?) more palatable.)
