Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Seneca uses a poor juniper bush as a belly scratcher recently. She wasn’t the only one who had tummy itchies.

She can’t escape the lens. 🙂

Kwana looks like he’s smiling. … And who wouldn’t smile in a place like Spring Creek Basin?!

Seneca is a moseyer. In the course of her moseying, the band often drifts along – away – in their grazing, leaving Miss Mosey feeling all lonesome-like. Then she has to catch up.

And no, I have no idea why her tail is so short!

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Happy Mother’s Day to all the fabulous mothers out there – especially mine! 🙂 I love you, Mom! 🙂

Some of our wild little ponies are still sporting some “buffalo fur” as they shed their winter jackets. If possible, it makes them cuter than ever.

In the few weeks since this photo of Puzzle was taken, much of the snow on the hills in the background has melted, giving way to green grass under those far pines.

Those hills lead to an area locally known as The Glade, south of Spring Creek Basin and at higher altitude. We’re still reaping the benefits of that high-country snow in the form of creeks flowing down to our low(er) country.

A lone bachelor *might* be admiring the view. He might be contemplating his next move. He might be thinking how awesome it is to be a mustang in Spring Creek Basin!

We don’t have the biggest range, but it’s expansive enough to make us feel small.