Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

You can hike with them. You can mosey while they graze along. You can nap while they nap.

They – wild horses – are always as they are. No artifice, no guile, no pretense.

Your – my – presence is just something that ebbs and flows throughout their daily lives … most of which involves not a single human being at all.

But without my – your? our? – presence, scenes like that above, which happen most days, would go … what? Unnoticed? Unwitnessed? Unappreciated? By humans, surely.

We have so much to learn from them – from wild horses … from wild … everything.

Everybody needs a shoulder to lean on. 🙂

The tawny color of the landscape is getting increasingly bleak, but although Kestrel’s tawny coat is similar, it’s … well, better. 🙂

Sundance and one of his new mares drink at a pond with the day’s last light glowing on them. Look closely, and you can see his mane draped over her neck as she’s drinking from the same hole in the ice at the edge of the pond. 🙂