Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Promising … but not making much good on its promise. The northeastern and maybe eastern portions of Spring Creek Basin (including at least one water catchment) got enough rain to make the ground damp for a little while, so that’s fortunate.

Cassidy Rain listens to a far-off, low-flying plane from the shade of a secret forest in eastern Spring Creek Basin.

It had been a long time since I’d been to that part of the basin (the day Skywalker was born, in fact), and I’m grateful to the ponies for leading me back to that beautiful high plateau.

Terra was born a rusty red sort of sorrel with an unusual “blaze” on her face that I always thought resembled a swan. As she has greyed, that little bit of pink on her muzzle is the only remnant of her baby color. 🙂

Fifty-seven years of married life. I’m pretty much in awe of my mom and dad, Nancy and Dave. 🙂

Mom Nancy on Gem, brother Jeff, Dad Dave on Hawk (Gem is actually Hawk’s big sister), Tracey Jo (aka TJ!) with Johnnie Jo.

I wasn’t on her because I had to run the tripod-set camera, and even with a timer, I didn’t have much time. Total stroke of luck (and possibly some nearby bovines) that we got the horses’ ears all up! This pic was taken in Texas a few years ago when they were blessed with autumn-copper oak leaves right when Jeff and I were both there for a visit.

Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad! I love you both so very much! 🙂

This is a young mare who’s not usually on the blog, but something about this pic of her just stopped me as I was going through images … and I just decided that she needed to be shared.

It’s the quiet moments, not the big ones, that make spending time with the wild ones worth every second. Those are the ones we fight for.