Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

What tales could Skywalker tell of his adventures in Spring Creek Basin?

I wish sometimes that we could do a mind-meld – horse to human – and be perfectly understood and understand perfectly. That said, I know I learn the most from them: Live in the moment and *enjoy* every moment.

Now *that* double-braided beauty in Alegre’s mane is a work of art, made lovingly by some dedicated faerie weavers!

Cassidy Rain is most definitely a mare who doesn’t care to be photographed and seen by legions of devoted fans (what does she know of legions or fans!?). But she’s beautiful, and so I keep trying; very often, that means at least a semi-butt shot!

Hopefully the front end and background provide a winning distraction. 🙂 She’s such a gorgeous girl!

Chipeta lagged behind the band as they grazed in a direction, and eventually, she was “left behind” a little hump of a hill/ridge. It didn’t take her stallion long to realize she was missing, and he came from the left (my left). She’s giving a bit of a coy look before she turned in that direction (my right) and followed the slope to where it opened up where I was standing. Her wise stallion didn’t follow her but returned to the band, confident that Miss Chipeta had received his message.

Maia makes her way down a dusty trail to Spring Creek to drink from surprisingly still-trickling rivulets and pools of water in the arroyo. We finally have some rain in the forecast for Friday. We’re crossing all collective fingers, toes and braided manes.

Kestrel, leaving.

Looking at a bachelor intruder; looking back to the safety of his band.