The lovely Gaia and her gorgeous daughter, Cassidy Rain. They’re in Storm’s band with Roja and her almost-2-year-old colt, Killian.
It was a cloudy, stormy-looking day, but no moisture for Spring Creek Basin. The band was near the roller-coaster ridge pond, which has water, and closer to a big arroyo, which has water trickling downstream. And there’s still a bit of snow in that area (and mud on my boots to prove it!), which is reassuring.
A cloud passed over the sun, then lifted just enough to light Seven against the still-shadowed background. Isn’t he handsome? His mane and tail have grown out again, and he’s so light … so much lighter than a few years ago. It happens with the greys, but I remember when he was much darker. 🙂
These three are part of Grey/Traveler’s band, which also includes Alegre and Maia.
End-of-the-day gorgeousity. Is there a more beautiful place in the world? You can’t convince me!
Look who lost his girls:
OK, technically, David isn’t in this pic, but it’s implied, right? Poor David is the los*er*, and the los*ees* now are with Seven!
Little Shadow girl is sporting a belly. She – 6 this year – really is smaller/shorter than 2.5-year-old Puzzle.
I saw this new band last week in a snow squall, but I didn’t go close enough to take pix (the Jeep was a long way away, and I didn’t know at the time that the blowing snow wouldn’t turn to sticking snow).
Puzzle looks a lot like her mama Chipeta.
Mona (dun) and her daughter Shane both ended up in Hollywood’s band, separately. Shane turned 2 in September. She’s still close to her mama.
Curious Madison walks past mama Kestrel on a snowy day a couple of weeks ago.
Sunlight and shadow. Mama and daughter. Pretty-pretty.
Comanche brings up the rear of a mix of his and Hollywood’s bands: Juniper, Madison, Kestrel, Temple and Piedra. Pre-dawn a week or so ago.
Shane and Piedra – in Hollywood’s band – looking warm and wooly on a snowy day in Spring Creek Basin.
Little baby blue eyes had just awakened from a nap. Growing babies need a snack after a nap! Sometimes, babies walk right up to nurse, but other times, they need to convince mamas to allow them to nurse. And sometimes, it seems just habit because mamas aren’t going anywhere. That was the case here. Terra was grazing a short distance from Winona and Chrome, who had been grazing within feet of napping Kwana. The little mister – as foals do – walked tight around mama’s head, and she’s raising her head to give him room to walk around her.
Happy, content mama and baby.
One up, one back. His attention is divided. As usual.
I love those ears.
