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.
A little grazing, a little late-afternoon rambling by daughter Maia and mama Alegre. I can’t think of a better setting for an evening mosey.
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In fabulous news, we got a nice little drenching in Disappointment Valley yesterday. I kept thinking I’d head out, but then another wave of sprinkles would come through. So envision it wet and gloomy (is it really gloomy when it’s grey and you need it so, so very much?) while you enjoy pix of dry ground and mustangs. And if I can get out in the mud, you might see some of those pix later.
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.
Lovely, very muddy Seneca was intent on her grazing, but I couldn’t let that gorgeous view go undocumented, so I hit the shutter anyway. And viewers do get a dynamic tail swish in lieu of anything else exciting on this very gorgeous autumn evening. 🙂
Sundance and his daughter graze and watch a nearby band under the soft light of clouds (finally!) at sunset.
