Sometimes the best images come right to your camera, just as you’re leaving Spring Creek Basin with no expectation of seeing horses right along the road in spectacular light. 🙂
Temple-the-gorgeous was at her most-gorgeous while walking along catching up to the band, all of whom had already dropped low while grazing.
Seventeen-year-old Gaia is a bit thin coming out of winter (and it was a mild one), but she and all the mustangs are chasing the green bits that are starting to push out into the world. As spring advances, hopefully she’ll put on some pounds.
That snow on McKenna Peak and Temple Butte – last week – is there no longer. Bright blue skies, stiff spring winds, full sunshine and temps soaring back to the 60s and 70F recently took care of that. But what I’m really thrilled about is that, after trying (and failing) to catch fairly closeup pix of Sancho’s cutie-patootie little mustachio, it’s visible in this longshot pic!
Dundee rests for a moment after rolling in the snow-damp ground. I had found a place to sit and watch the horses graze and mosey around along a little bit of a semi-ridge. Sometimes, while looking through a long lens at what’s going on at a distance, you don’t notice so much what’s happening closer – especially if you’re not anticipating anything happening closer!
That’s what happened here: While focusing (both through the camera and in general) farther away, I suddenly became aware that Dundee’s chosen spot to roll was right in front of me. Thinking that it would be less disruptive to her than standing up, even to back away, I just sat there while she rolled. Then she stood up, shook and wandered on. Rowan and Buckeye also came and dropped and rolled in that spot; I scooted a bit farther down the hill to give them a bit more comfortable room. 🙂
The snow melted much too fast, but as usual, the horses and the scenery deserved at least another look on another post. 🙂 This is Temple, seeking out bits of green in the white; Sancho is a bit farther away.
Snow showers, not rain, but we’ll take every last drop of moisture Mother Nature offers!
Spring Creek Basin and its mustangs really are that stunningly gorgeous. 🙂
After allowing her to cross an arroyo and continue grazing ahead, Corazon hustles after his mare.
No point in getting left behind.
When we first got Rowan from Sand Wash Basin, they thought she was a mare named Radiant. Then, no, she’s not Radiant, she’s Rowan. … Yes, she’s really both. 🙂
Prettiest Winona grazed and moseyed, moseyed and grazed … and eventually, she blessed me with a *look*. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 