While Killian was browsing among the greening greasewood the other day, he emerged with a whole branch down his face, hanging from his forelock. I chuckled and asked if he’d model his “spring bling” for the folks back home. Alas, by the time I got into position to take his portrait, he had re-emerged from the greasewood sans branch.
As he ambled out of the greasewood thickets to graze the emerging grass (!), I realized that, with the true wisdom of mustangs, Killian was showing me the true bling of spring, and it was – thankfully – all around us.
Now, this was in the higher elevation southern part of the basin, which gets more moisture (note the presence of trees in the background). But there IS honest-to-goodness actual grass in them thar hills.
Also, from this position, I spotted another band. When I hiked over to visit them, I spotted yet another band. And that’s some real goodness in them thar hills. 🙂
