
Beautiful Kestrel never fails to impress. She’s as lovely and wise as her mama.

Beautiful Kestrel never fails to impress. She’s as lovely and wise as her mama.

Oh, that charmer. 🙂
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Please forgive the posting delay; Winter Storm Kayla is making things difficult for my Internet satellite dish. Otherwise, I’m loving her dearly! (Hugs to my beautiful cousin Kayla in California – from where all this fantastic moisture is coming!)

Piedra cracks me up, pretending she has an itch so she can keep an eye on what’s going on behind her. Horses don’t lie? Maybe not, but they’re capable of multitasking!

Oh, does your heart sing at the simple – beautiful – sight of mustangs on the vast landscape?

Seneca doesn’t seem pleased with her choice of shelter from the wind that brought flying snow and graupel during a brief squall last week. Finally, she galloped and bucked her way through the storm to join her friends, resulting in the out-of-focus photo previously posted.

Black-Shadow girl wears her snow splendidly.

While it was snowing over Spring Creek Basin, the ridges to the far south were still spotlit by sunshine. The whiteout didn’t last long, and pretty soon, the whole area was back in Mother Nature’s spotlight.
With his fuzzy black-and-white coat, the squall never bothered stout Corazon at all; this was one of the few pix where his head is up, not down grazing.

Even though I missed focus on Seneca in this shot, I still like it for the snow and her gallop through it. She could be any and all mustangs on a snow-day frolic through a winter wonderland!
And even though it looks very wintry, the snow is melting quickly. We didn’t get nearly as much out of the last system as everyone else – again.

It’s always a great visit with the ponies when we can combine mustang-wild beauty and the ever-changing face of Temple Butte. Snow was moving out of the area, and the promontory was rising out of the clearing fog and snow. Copper, as usual, wondered why the heck I was sitting in the snow with a big grin on my face. 🙂

Look at that round little belly! Killian was trying to take shelter from the graupel – or maybe he thought I wouldn’t see him under the trees.