Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

The horses of a band rarely get far enough away from each other to be out of sight, so you’ll rarely hear them whinnying for each other.

But it so happened the other day that while Madison and her band were grazing, about half the band meandered away from the other half in search of water, and they ended up not only fairly far away from each other but out of sight of each other. As it turned out, the bachelor with them was upset about the separation, so he stood between them, where *he* could see each group, and started whinnying.

Eventually, Temple seemed to realize that she and two others were cut off from the others, and she couldn’t see them!

After a few calls back and forth (I’d love to be able to translate, but I imagine the conversation went something like this: “Where are you?” “We’re here!” “I don’t see you!” “I don’t see you, either!” “Come here!” “You come here!”), Temple and her pals (which included the band stallion) joined their lieutenant and followed him to the rest of the band, where I later found them (after I visited with another nearby band), all together and content. 🙂

Flash and his mares in the wind at last lovely light.

Days are getting noticeably longer. We could do without the ultra-drying wind.

Oh, and the temp when I took this, yesterday, was at least 61 degrees Fahrenheit. In January. In Colorado.

We could do with a lot more snow. 🙂

Yesterday (of course) was a much different weather story in Spring Creek Basin: Sunshine and a high temp probably in the 40s. I didn’t venture into the basin’s interior but drove up alongside the southwest boundary to see the snow on the interior buttes and ridges and peaks and points. The contrast between snow there and still-brown ground down-valley was kinda crazy.

Above, Bia pauses her grazing while Dundee grazes in the background.

And the focus on Dundee beyond Bia. Part of Spring Creek canyon is still visible in the background, and the big-flake snow was just starting to stick. Not long after this, visibility dropped to just our own little circle of the world. The horses were never very bothered by either the wind or the snow blowing on the wind. They continued their grazing up the slight hill and across the road, at which point I took the road back to my buggy and headed for shelter. 🙂

I was in a shallow little arroyo, focused on Rowan, when Buckeye photobombed us.

They’re quite a bit tighter and different from my usual offerings … but I quite like both images. Of course, I adore both mustangs, and that might have a bit to do with it. 🙂

It’s not often that I find the horses in wooded areas, so it’s always a treat to photograph them among the pinon and juniper. Corazon indulged me – maybe because he thought I couldn’t see him, or maybe he thought I was farther away than I was (behind trees and my very long lens). 🙂 Rarely does he pose so nicely for pix.

Corazon was named by me (he was one of the original herd members when I started documenting) for the *heart* in his pinto pattern on his left side. Naming him was fairly easy because of that. 🙂