Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

The heat is back, the flying insects are bugging horses and humans alike, and we – including, I imagine, Cassidy Rain – are anticipating the cooler, crisper days of autumn.

How often do I wish I could bottle the peace of Spring Creek Basin and its wild residents that the whole world should drop the armaments of chaos and war and know even a little dose of it?

Every single day. Every single moment I’m with them.

Terra IS a golden girl!

Little Spirit is still summer-slick, but it won’t be long and she and the rest of the mustangs will be starting their winter coats. Meanwhile, we’re still enjoying the bounty of this summer.

When you can be picky about your grazing spot, you know there’s some good grass growing!

Juniper hunts for juuuuuuust the right blades of monsoon-green grama and galleta grass.

At farthest left, the skeleton of the dead pinon is proof that our drought is never far from our thoughts or reality.

Chipeta likes to help illustrate the yummy green grass. This particular area of Spring Creek Basin is thick with alkali sacatone/sand dropseed. I love the squeaks these particular types of grasses make as the horses graze. It’s the sound of *plenty*.