Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

The setting sun not only made an orange glow of the landscape, but it turned lovely Alegre as brassy as a coveted statue. The Earth and the mustangs aren’t ruled by clocks, of course, but the days ARE getting longer, and the sun seems to hang a little longer above the horizon.

Not much green yet – in the photo or on the range – but hopefully Mother Nature’s elves are hard at work getting ready for spring on this St. Patrick’s Day!

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At 6:30 p.m. Wednesday, March 22, at Out West Books in Grand Junction, Kat Wilder will be reading from her memoir, “Desert Chrome; Water, A Woman, and Wild Horses in the West.” I’ll be there to talk a bit about Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs, and we’re hoping someone from Friends of the Mustangs – advocacy group associated with the Little Book Cliffs mustangs – will say a few words about their work.

If you’re in the Grand Junction area next week, stop by and say hi!

Windy? Eh.

Two-legged? Eh.

Corazon takes it all in stride.

Mariah gets more grey – and more lovely – with each passing year. 🙂 And still fuzzy as winter winds down.

The horses’ coats are getting that scraggly look that precedes shedding. Spring signs are everywhere.

On a very windy day, Piedra and Kestrel napped with Kestrel’s son near the top of a hill in the heart of Spring Creek Basin. Their stallion was lying down napping a short distance behind them, and another pair were napping just a bit below him. Altogether, it was a very good day for a nap!

Another beautiful face that’s worth walking a long way to greet: Mysterium.

Patches of snow on the far southern ridge is responsible for the pretty bokeh in the background. Like magic fairy lights around the pretty mustang girl. 🙂

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On my way to Mysterium and her band, there was a little of this:

There are still patches of snow in shady places and high (elevation) places, and all that snow is giving way to little creeks and streams in the arroyos. Spring is on the way!

So many shades of warm, lustrous, glowing, golden browns in her bay!

Those patches of white in the background are shrinking, shrinking … as the snow melts and the valuable moisture seeps into the ground (or evaporates with that wild wind!).