Maia makes her way down a dusty trail to Spring Creek to drink from surprisingly still-trickling rivulets and pools of water in the arroyo. We finally have some rain in the forecast for Friday. We’re crossing all collective fingers, toes and braided manes.
Kestrel, leaving.
Looking at a bachelor intruder; looking back to the safety of his band.
Lovely, very muddy Seneca was intent on her grazing, but I couldn’t let that gorgeous view go undocumented, so I hit the shutter anyway. And viewers do get a dynamic tail swish in lieu of anything else exciting on this very gorgeous autumn evening. 🙂
Sundance and his daughter graze and watch a nearby band under the soft light of clouds (finally!) at sunset.
For weeks and weeks (it feels that way if maybe not quite accurate?), we’ve had nothing but blue skies. Like, solid blue. Even when we don’t get rain (we haven’t had any of that for a while, either … prayers to those devastated by the hurricane past and the one about to hit), we like to have clouds.
We finally got clouds today, and I was so happy to see their return, I’m doing a whole post about how great are clouds. 🙂
Maia at her ease. Just nappin’ on a warm autumn (Indian summer, anyone?) evening.
Part of a lieutenant stallion’s duties are to watch for danger, complementary to the band stallion’s duties of the same. Corazon is the band stallion, Maiku the lieutenant, and they’ve together so long that their mutual reliance is obvious.
Handsome little Maiku was watching some horses that had crossed an arroyo and were grazing their way up the hill. He and his band had just grazed their way into the light from the shade cast by the butte across the drainage. Perfectly lit. 🙂
After being roused from his nap spot by the main band rousing from THEIR nap spot, Sancho looks back to check their progress.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 