
Even at his tender age (just celebrated his first birthday), Odin wins the award for best pony mane-do of the season!

Even at his tender age (just celebrated his first birthday), Odin wins the award for best pony mane-do of the season!

Mariah browses along with her band, near a bigger band. The rimrocks of Spring Creek canyon always make for a gorgeous backdrop.
It was one of a stretch of very beautiful, very warm (for late January in Colorado!) days. Then, the forecast finally hit the weather prediction right on the nose, and we got rain early Friday morning. How much? More than we got during the entire month of January! We got 0.30 inch, which doesn’t seem like much … but see that sentence about it being more moisture than we got in all of January! Lots more chances coming up: Fingers and hooves crossed!

United States Department of Interior
Honor Award
Michael L Jensen
is hereby awarded this certificate of honor for Superior Service
For … the certificate doesn’t specifically mention … his outstanding work for the mustangs of Spring Creek Basin Herd Management Area. It’s been a long time coming – at least three years since we started trying to get some kind of BLM award to recognize Mike for his – literally – superior service and partnership.
We advocates had a small celebration for him a few years ago during an informal gathering of ourselves and Mike and his wife, Shawna (a Forest Service hydrologist), but it was really satisfying to see Mike recognized among his peers at a BLM meeting this week in Mancos. Stephanie Connolly, BLM Colorado’s Southwest District manager, also was in attendance (and took the above pic). Derek Padilla, our new Tres Rios Field Office manager, led the meeting (which wasn’t about awards until the end), and it was Joe Manning (pictured above at left), assistant TRFO manager, who introduced the award and Mike.
As Joe said, the wild horse and burro situation is “thorny,” and it is that and more. We’ve had our own challenges in Spring Creek Basin with (very much) less than “superior” service (!). Mike has smoothed out the rough edges and been a partner in every sense since his return to the herd’s helm almost (?) 10 years ago.
Mike is retiring this summer after 30 years with BLM – most of those spent in Dolores at what is now called Tres Rios Field Office. In the pic above, yours truly is grinning like a fool because 1) I was so happy for Mike to get this recognition, and 2) I was trying not to cry (which, as anyone who knows me can attest, even if they weren’t there, I completely failed to NOT do).
Mike says we’ll be OK – and we WILL be. Because of his leadership and vision in getting projects done such as the two new water catchments and his diligent work at updating our herd management area plan, which is stellar among such things. I’m not gonna miss him until I have to miss him (he laughs when I say (repeatedly) that I’m going to chain him to the cattle guard at the basin’s entrance so we don’t lose him), and I will write more later, but damn, I’m going to miss him.
Congrats, Mike. Your service IS superior, and we all are grateful for it.
Thanks to Stephanie Connolly, Derek Padilla, Joe Manning and, of course, Mike Jensen.

In attendance (Mike is pointing them out in the pic above) were VERY long-time (since the 1990s) volunteers and supporters of Spring Creek Basin mustangs Pat and Frank Amthor (who traveled from their home in New Mexico), and Kat Wilder, author of Desert Chrome and neighbor of the mustangs. Tif Rodriquez, another long-time supporter, advocate AND adopter of Spring Creek Basin mustangs Whisper and Asher (and other mustangs), unfortunately was feeling awful and wasn’t able to attend. (Thank you so much, Joe, for letting us know about Mike’s award so we could be there to support HIM!)


These warm (at least 50s) days have the mustangs rolling in the bits of mud they can find (it’s out there, in the shady places) because those great winter coats, so effective when it’s winter-cold, get awfully thick and itchy when it’s so unseasonably warm. Piedra was one of the cleanest mustangs, but you can see by the ruffled hair on her chest that she’s been sweaty.
Just another beautiful day in mustang-land.

See those white dots out yonder, past Shane? And a couple of darker dots, too? No, not the trees. About the level of Shane’s ears. Earlier, that band had been up on top of the north side of Spring Creek canyon!
It’s not the first time I’ve seen horses up there, but it’s the first time I was in position to hustle down to the canyon to hike up to the top of the canyon. Unfortunately, by the time I’d hustled up, they’d moseyed down. The view wasn’t nearly as grand from the bowl as from the top of the rimrock-bound canyon.
It was nice to catch sight of them again, while hanging out with another band on a most-gorgeous, calm, peaceful, just lovely-as-all-get-out evening in Spring Creek Basin.
We have some more snow showing up in our forecast the next day or so. It’d be REALLY great to actually get it.

How many sweet grey faces do you see?
As I focused on Seneca, peering at me from the far side of this juniper tree, the other horses came into view. A very great example of our dominant greys.

Who’s ready to take a nap with Tenaz? 🙂
This was the morning after our recent rain/snow event. As illustrated by the image, the lower elevations got rain, and the upper elevations got only a spattering of snow – and it melted pretty quickly. A sign of how dry we are is that even with the rain, the ground soaked it up, and it wasn’t *that* muddy. … It was a little muddy … but almost more “tacky” than actually muddy.

Corazon with his mare … another pretty redhead in Spring Creek Basin. The mountains would ordinarily be visible from this perspective, but they were cloaked in snow clouds (and hopefully good, soaking snow). …
We finally got some drips and dribbles early Friday morning, which was a huge relief (bigger than the amount of water in the rain gauge). … And yes, it was rain, not snow, though the higher elevations of Disappointment Valley and surrounding ridges got some snow. Bring it on!

Flash was grazing along with a couple of bands recently, and when there was a bit of a scuffle between the bands (kind of a wild horse version of “Moooommmm, he’s too close to me!”), Flash went up on a little ridge out of the way. He was clearly caught in the act of nibbling, and I love the little bouquet of snakeweed still in his mouth.