Taking a break

15 07 2021

Whew, working in the heat makes us sleepy. Time for a nap. 🙂





Welcome, baby!

13 07 2021

Our Daniel Chavez and his wife, Destiny, welcomed a baby girl to their family on Sunday! Her name is Amelia, and she weighed a very healthy 7 pounds, 10 ounces. 🙂

We wish you a beautiful life, baby Amelia, full of wild things and wild places, and forever watched over by the spirit of the mustangs!

Congratulations, Daniel and Destiny, on your baby girl! Your lives will never be the same. 🙂





Looking for beauty

11 07 2021

Despite the heat and the dry and the worry, the beauty isn’t too hard to find in our desert world of mustangs.





Expanse of brown

10 07 2021

Some of it is good brown – a la Tenaz, handsome, shiny bay boy! – and some of it is showing its *dry*.





Grey dusk

9 07 2021

It’s hot, folks. Hot and dry and … well, dry and hot.

Still, there’s beauty to be found, and the mustangs are adaptable and resilient.





Attention, got

8 07 2021

This was Storm’s reaction to the attention-getting pronghorn buck in yesterday’s post. He didn’t expend too much energy, watching it with his family, all napping in the shade of some pinon trees.





A case of the sleepies

5 07 2021

The heat makes ya just wanna take a nap.





Light show

4 07 2021

Killian also took the very briefest of moments to look up with a rainbow far southeast of Spring Creek Basin, just peeking out of a corner of cloud as rain fell farther north.

How’s that for some “fireworks” on our Independence Day!?





Spots as gold

3 07 2021

Ms. Chipeta looked up at just the right time to pose under a low rainbow over Spring Creek Basin a couple of nights ago. We *did* get rain before that rainbow … maybe an hour earlier, gentle sprinkles. Relief, in so many ways.





Beloved horizon

2 07 2021

Just about everything is shown in this one pic – just about everything I love: Mustang (and there are more in the yonder) and that horizon that always lets me know I’m home after any amount of time away.

As always, I wonder what the horse sees/thinks as he looks out on that view, those places he knows intimately as a true, wild resident of that vast, wild land.