Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Happy birthday to my little brother, Jeff! 🙂

Battling stallions?! That phrase always makes me laugh when photographers tout that as part of their photo tours of wild horses. Sure, it happens. But this – snoozing quietly with their mares on windy, sunny, warm days in the springtime – is the rule. When they’re not quietly grazing along, of course. 🙂

Disappointment Valley (of which Spring Creek Basin is a part) got random rain drops and graupel (tiny little frozen snow balls) drops recently … but nothing stuck (some did, briefly, on the higher ridges that ring Spring Creek Basin), and it didn’t carry much moisture. Still, it’s spring, and hope springs eternal in Spring Creek Basin.

Sundance leaps a brush pile while following his band around another band at a pond.

Storm struts his stuff in front of one of his admiring mares.

He IS that handsome!

Maybe not yet … but the rattlers don’t know it.

It’s warm and dry. Most of us are hoping for rain.

That’s *just* wind giving Ty his rockstar “do.” 🙂

Sundance pursues his band around a pond where another – bigger – band had come to drink.

His smaller band retreated a short distance, to return and drink when the bigger band had left.

The sky was wonderfully stormy … but not a drop of moisture fell (on us).

Alegre watches another band, looking even more gorgeous than usual with the La Sal Mountains in the not-so-far background.

Storm the hunky … in a bit of a stiff wind. 🙂