Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Skywalker the hefty looks back at a band that rebuffed his advances. He appears to be disappointed that they’re practicing distancing-from-bachelors of at least 60 feet.

Puzzle and Spirit were a sight for sore eyes under mostly cloudy skies a couple of days ago. Despite intermittent waves of light rain (OK, sprinkles, really), I was able to get out to see them in a place with a pretty nice background.

Happy spring. 🙂

Hayden isn’t always in the mood to pose handsomely for the folks back home. 🙂

Maybe he, like the rest of us, was still nursing a grudge against Ma Nature, who did NOT deliver moisture to us Sunday. I mean, it’s pretty glorious out there, but it’s dry. So dry.

All our world seems painted in shades of buckskin these days – more brown, brown, brown than gold, gold, gold. It’s late, late winter, it’s a smidge too early for true spring (though temperatures and birds and bees say it’s spring).

It’s also the scruffy, rough, scraggly time when the horses are getting ready to shed their own winter wear and become sleek and spring-shiny again. And we’re waiting on green bits, which adds the vitamins to the winter diet. We’re all tired of the winter diet.

A boy I love in a place I love.

Miss Reya poses oh, so prettily in front of McKenna Peak and Temple Butte. … And in the next moment, she turned away to graze. It’s hard to catch that girl posing. 🙂