Stallion duties for a young stallion with a recently acquired band of mares who have known each other for a very long time and may or may not be quite yet “OK” with his takeover (however delayed) are exhausting. He kept an eye on another couple of bands in the vicinity (really, he did), but mostly, he took advantage of the break between rain waves to nap with his girls in the relatively warm sunshine.
As Flash greys, he looks ever so much more mature, even though he’s fairly small (relative to some of his mares, and this isn’t a good example, as they were on a hill, and Gaia was above him). But I still remember his super-cute black-and-white baby self. As I myself age, I find truth in the knowledge that our “babies” always will be babies to us. 🙂
After lots of clouds during the day, the sun dropped below the cloud layer, above the horizon, for a just gorgeous display of light. It wasn’t necessarily a fireworks kind of display, but gosh, did it light up a couple of mustang boys right near the road.
Buckeye and his mares took their turns rolling in the nice mud – and after 30 or so minutes of soft, steady rain (and graupel), it WAS nicely muddy! – as the rain was starting to end (you can still see some drips if you zoom in and look closely) and the sunshine was making its reappearance.
A week or so ago, I hiked out to Buckeye’s band under a cloudy sky, only to then spend half an hour or so with my back to a half-alive juniper while it rained. The horses beside and behind me had their butts to the wind as the rain turned to graupel and drips slid off their forelocks and manes and muzzles.
We got a false reprieve of a few minutes before the wind brought another wave of rain, and that’s when I took this pic of Rowan as the band started moving about to graze (they clearly thought it was over, too!). If you zoom in, you can see the diagonal slanting rain drops.
Love her little nibble-lips as she looks back at a couple of band mates.
After posting the information about Kathryn Wilder’s forthcoming (in November) book, The Last Cows, I thought I’d do a “pay it forward” post and recommend another couple of books that I’ve recently added to my library.
I’ve been lucky enough to know Barb Kiipper for many years during our mustang advocacy journeys. She’s the founder and director of Jicarilla Mustang Heritage Alliance, a group that advocates for the mustangs of the Carson National Forest’s Jicarilla Wild Horse Territory in northwestern New Mexico. She has poured heart, sweat, blood and tears into the challenge of working toward good management for that herd, getting many, many mustangs adopted to good homes along the way. I met Michele Bell only recently and have been inspired about her approach to taming and training mustangs from a variety of places (the Jicarilla, BLM-managed herds and Mesa Verde National Park).
Why A Mustang is part memoir of their journeys, part philosophy about working with mustangs and what these amazing horses have taught these women about themselves and mustangs, specifically and in general. It’s a bit of an addictive read (and if you’ve been involved with horses and/or mustangs as long as I have, absolutely fascinating with insights about behaviors and taming/training techniques), and I highly recommend it.
Also …
Long-time friend and amazing nature/wildlife photographer Claude Steelman visited the other day on his way to Spring Creek Basin, and he gifted me a copy of his newest book, Wild Journey: The Photography of Claude Steelman. I don’t see this book on his website, so I’m not sure of its availability. Claude had a gallery in Durango for a number of years and currently has downsized to a studio just above Main Avenue – so he can be out shooting more! This wonderful book is a sort of compendium of his travels and experiences across the West (and beyond) during his 40-plus years (!) as a photographer chasing natural light and wildness. Mostly images, only a little text; his photography truly speaks volumes.
As you would expect from the photographer who published Colorado’s Wild Horses, there’s a section in this book about mustangs, which includes images from Spring Creek Basin, including the above gorgeous scene. 🙂
Claude says people ask him when he’s going to retire, and I love his phrase at the end of the book that indicates that if he retired, he’d “just go take pictures, so why bother” retiring!? Find your passion, indeed!
I have been so fortunate along this journey to not only meet and spend time with “my” own mustangs but also many like-minded humans. The mustangs and these people keep me grounded on my own path.
If the cliffy ridges beyond Juniper look familiar, it’s because you saw them recently as the full moon rose above them. The moon rose actually just a tiny bit to the left of what’s pictured here, which is looking pretty directly southeastish. (In case you haven’t noticed, every direction out here is a bit of an “ish”! I suppose that’s true of any/every land this vast.)
Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to share a couple of non-mustang sights from Disappointment Valley last night!
I don’t think I realized until this year how many “favorite” birds I have! I keep thinking “this one is my favorite” until the next one comes along that is *also* my favorite. (Kinda like the mustangs, ALL of which are my favorites!) Western meadowlarks have been one of my top favorites since I lived in Montana and learned to recognize their gorgeous liquid trill of a bright song. I haven’t managed to get a favorite pic yet, but this one was singing his beautiful heart out near the road before and after moonrise.
Speaking of moonrise … !!!
I was expecting it to rise later, and from a different location (yes, I know there are apps for that, and I have one, and it was completely wonky, showing moonrise nearly directly south!), so I was looking for the meadowlark when I caught sight of the rising moon, nearly already fully above the horizon! (It was NOT as far south as the app showed, but it was considerably farther southish than I was expecting. This is fairly southeastish; McKenna Peak and Temple Butte are some distance (photographically, at least) to the left.)
All in all, another gorgeous evening in Spring Creek Basin (and the wind even dropped a bit). 🙂
To all moms, everywhere, and especially (of course) MY mom: Thank you! … THANK YOU!
Words are not (ever) enough, of course, but know that you are appreciated, you are valued, you are loved. Deeply. 🙂 We can never know all that you’ve given on our behalf, and I hope we show our love and appreciation all year long, not just today.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 