
Elk, deer, mustangs, oh my! And a lovely water hole – oasis in a parched land. Seven had to share his water … but he didn’t seem to mind too much.

Elk, deer, mustangs, oh my! And a lovely water hole – oasis in a parched land. Seven had to share his water … but he didn’t seem to mind too much.

Winter coats such as Kestrel’s are fading as spring’s winds bring (more consistent) warmer weather. Green grass is coming … though Spring Creek Basin and lower Disappointment Valley still are predominantly brown. Spring’s green is hopefully in our near future. 🙂

S’aka follows another band during a day of beautiful light in Spring Creek Basin.

Sundance with his fabulous locks of flying mane.

Yesterday would have been the first day of the annual two-day work project for University of Missouri students to continue work on Spring Creek Basin’s southeastern boundary during alternative spring break.
But it snowed!
Interestingly enough, the nearly-all-day snowfall (snowblow?) left a grand total of … nada. 🙂 None of it stuck! The howling wind blew it somewhere between diagonally and horizontally, but the ground did end up a tiny bit damp, so it had to have done some good in the moisture category (?!).
Coming tomorrow: this year’s Mizzou crew, tackling the next section of boundary fence!

Young Kwana looks mature in his silvering coat.

Hollywood finds comfort in Maia’s embrace.
She actually just walked into that position, and apparently it was easier for him to tuck his face into her shoulder than shift to get out of her way. 🙂

The morning of the day this photo was taken, the local world was covered in white. By the time this photo was taken, near sunset, the ground was nearly as dry as before it snowed. (Thanks, spring wind.)
As quickly as it arrived and then melted, we’re supremely glad for the moisture – and would relish the opportunity for more – soon!

… windy.
That’s not a swish of Skywalker’s tail; that’s the wind blowing it sideways.
Those snow-covered ridges in the far background are far away, indeed. They contribute water to their watershed(s), but it doesn’t reach Spring Creek Basin. We’re crossing fingers and hooves again for moisture to dampen the dust raised and scattered by the wind.

Winona flies with the wind through her mane.
She has a short flight distance. 🙂