Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Sundance and his long-time mare share a quiet nap on a cloudy-still-hot evening in Spring Creek Basin.

The heat and dry is hard on wild things. We’ve had a little easing of the terrible heat, but it’s still incredibly dry out there.

Temple and Madison were engaging in some mutual grooming when Temple simply rested her face against her best friend’s shoulder for a moment. … Because a best friend’s shoulder is the very best kind of shoulder on which to rest. 🙂

Buckeye returns to his family after a chat with a nearby stallion over a water source.

Happy Father’s Day to all fathers – especially mine 🙂 – who watch over and protect their families while providing all the necessities of life (both practical and emotional). I love you, Dad!

Winona was trying to look inconspicuous on her mosey back to her band after grazing a bit away from them.

Really??

My darling, you cannot possibly go unnoticed. 🙂

As expected after the terribly dry winter, we haven’t had much of a showing of wildflowers this year. There ARE some (and not atop the prickly varieties of cacti), but I haven’t made as much of an effort to photograph them as in years past. These beautiful blooms caught my eye in northwestern Spring Creek Basin as I was moseying between a couple of bands of mustangs.

It is SO dry. And we’ve had temps of 103 and 101 (at least) already. And that ever-present wind sucks up the moisture we do NOT have to spare (or have, period).

My happy theme is mustangs.

My thing-I-wish-we-had-more-of – always – is rain.

Keep dancing, folks. 🙂 Clouds are building in the afternoons, and that’s always a good sign.

Mama Aiyanna, Daddy Buckeye and not-so-baby Bia. 🙂 Love.