Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Storm gives the eyeball to another stallion who was giving an eyeball to his daughters. No matter what age or what species, daddies have high standards.

Baby Bia hangs out with daddy Buckeye in the shade of a western hill toward sunset. The temperature relief of shade is intense. Almost immediately, there’s a temperature drop of about 10 degrees – from upper 90s to upper 80s. It’s noticeable … and wonderful.

Hollywood made an appearance the other day, near the bands near the wildcat valley water catchment. It was good to see him … and good to see him there.

His eye doesn’t look any better, but the big hunk out of his hindquarters is healing and closing. He’s still lean, but he’s doing all right.

Hot, hot, hot. Skywalker takes a break from grazing. Not much to do but wait it out.

Distinguished Flash, once black and white, is fading to grey and white faster than seems possible.

I don’t like to hurry seasons along, but as it gets even hotter and even more dry in Southwest Colorado (sorry, weather people, but it’s true; we’re way past “just a little dry”), I hope we’re fading through July and ever closer to our summer monsoon season. We never count on it, of course; we got monsoons last year and the year before for the first times in several years, and we were ecstatic. We’ll be ecstatic again – if they come – because we need the rains desperately (as always).

Oh, lovely Mariah. We could use a lot more rain and a lot less of your namesake wind.