Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

A closeup view of Flash, a bit battered but never to be counted out. 🙂

Something other than me caught Chipeta’s attention the other day: my buggy, which I’d left along the road to hike out to her and her band. 🙂

Warm days, cold nights; short(er) days and crisp nights (they don’t seem too long yet … until the time change?). The ponies have thickening coats, and the feeling of late autumn is palpable. Rain in the forecast today and tomorrow. Snow in much of western Colorado on Wednesday.

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Happy birthday to my very wonderful mom, Nancy! 🙂 I owe much of my strength and half of my strong love of horses to her. I love you, Mom! 🙂

Maiku again. Because he’s pretty awesome.

A big group of horses had gone into a twisty, deepish arroyo toward the end of the day to drink. They were nice and orderly and calm and occupied different bends of the arroyo according to band.

From out of nowhere (OK, from above us at the top of the ridge to the east), Maiku came barreling down the slope like a bullet. I’m not sure what prompted such an impassioned reaction, but he was focused!

His encounter didn’t last long, and pretty soon, he was galloping back up the ridge to his band.

Here’s a little better look at Alegre and her glorious braid.

That is a tight, twisty, amazingly glorious work of absolute wind- and faerie-art. 🙂