Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Mysterium. Her wild wisdom is her classic “mystery.” We like to think we know it. How amazing would it be if we really knew the broad variety of the wisdom she knows and shares with her bandmates? How amazing would it be if we humans knew or could learn a fraction of the wisdom these wild ones know in their bones, through the ages and their mothers and mothers’ mothers?

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We had a wonderful little snowfall yesterday morning (from overnight). Nice and heavy and wet, and the parched ground and vegetation slurped it all up in practically record time. We might get more. We HOPE for more!

Mud is a good thing. 🙂

So-pretty Gaia looks absolutely gorgeous simply pursuing her evening grazing. Love her winter fringe. 🙂

This is what passes for Winona signalling that the visit with the weird human is at an end:

All photos presented in the order in which they were taken in a couple of fractions of a second. 🙂

Photographed with still-winterized greasewood between us, I’m about to get the one-ear treatment from Winona, too, as she considers her options for moseying on or staying where she is. She eventually moseyed on, giving me the head shake in passing. I’ll have a pic of that in a future post.

Oh my gracious, isn’t she the loveliest!?

I’m glad she’s still fuzzy; maybe there’s still hope for us to get some more winter this winter.