Temple’s and Madison’s attention was caught by the sound of a raven flying along a wall of the nearby arroyo.
I had started walking down into the arroyo to follow another band that had gone through it and was grazing farther along, just above it. When I happened to look behind me, I saw that I had some taggers-along (or is that tag-alongs?).
This might be their version of “hey, nothing to see here … look, over there!” 🙂
In this time of everyone’s lives being turned upside down and inside out because of the coronavirus and efforts of people to stay healthy and keep others safe by staying home, I wish for you all some brief peace in the form of these images from Spring Creek Basin.
Out here, it’s still possible to believe in the goodness and beauty and magic of the wild world.
Stay safe and healthy.
Even under clouds, magic glows.
The weather was lovely for a nap. There was a skiff of snow in the morning, but it didn’t last long.
Shadow the always feisty cavorts through the weird, random, wild, crazy and WONDERFUL snow squall we got yesterday in Spring Creek Basin. It didn’t last, and it didn’t stick (here – though it did, ever-so-briefly – lower in Disappointment Valley), but it brought us just a skosh of moisture, and we have to be grateful for every little smidge we get.
Thanks to all who crossed fingers, thumbs and toes, said prayers and danced jigs for us to get moisture!
Pretty Winona on a pretty day in Spring Creek Basin.
We’re crossing our fingers for rain today and tonight. In such strange times, it seems so weirdly normal to be doing such a small thing as hoping for rain.
Puzzle took advantage of the spring sunshine to catch a little nap with gal pal Spirit.
No clouds are on display in this image, but if a cloud crossed the sun, the wind kept things on the chilly side.
Wildflowers are blooming in some southern places (thanks, Mom, for the pic of bluebonnets in Texas!), but we’re still quite a bit behind that kind of spring display. 🙂
Gaia’s mane looks a bit like that commercial with the half-shaved golden retriever, eh? Like someone gave her a bit of a trim … but left the dredlocks dangling.
It was another windy day in the basin under a cloudy sky.
Everybody’s fuzzy, still.
Everybody’s getting ready to shed, finally.
Way out yonder, wild horses graze. Our most recent little weather system brought some snow to the higher places above the east-southeast side of the basin. But the waves of infrequent, light rain we got a few days ago is all we’ve had here in the lower elevations. What’s that all about? The dry lands could use some more moisture.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 