Kwana had a little chat with another stallion, then made a bee-line back to his mares, who moved away from the source of conflict … at his very direct request.
We had some very promising clouds, especially toward evening. The wind picked up, the radar showed lovely green … and not a drop fell in the real world. Yep, it’s still dry.
Four o’clock flowers are some of the iconic wildflowers of this part of Colorado and one of those we (OK, I) look forward to seeing most. They’re suddenly blooming in Spring Creek Basin, and they’re a welcome splash of color amid our brown, brown expanse.
Speaking of a splash of color … !!!!!!
Our skies lately have been blue, blue, depressingly blue (depressing while we’re looking for rain clouds). But the last few evenings, we’ve gotten some clouds toward evening, and those have made for some spectacular sunsets.
The day I took this pic was yet another red-flag-warning day (strong winds, low humidity, warm temps – ripe for high fire danger), but Gaia looks unruffled as she follows the band while grazing along the top of a hill.
Gaia emerged from winter looking a bit lean and scruffy, but with a diet of even sparse spring greens, she’s looking very healthy.
Maiku and his band were practicing social distancing from another couple of bands in the area on this beautiful, golden evening in Spring Creek Basin.
Hayden was working up a sweat from the effort to keep a couple of rival stallions away from his band of mares. Still, he gleams like the shiniest copper penny ever minted. How DOES he do that?!
Happy birthday to my brother, Jeff. He’s working from home like so many others these days, as hard as ever. Happy May Day, little bro!
Killian shows off his home on the range.
It looks inviting, doesn’t it? 🙂
Muddy.
Still shaggy.
Wind-blown hairdo.
Extreme gorgeousity. 🙂 Our Juniper-girl.
Hayden goes to great lengths to keep Copper socially – and otherwise – distanced from his family!
Winona jogs past McKenna Peak and Temple Butte, following her family, moving with another band.
Those bits of white on the slopes of McKenna Peak aren’t snow; that’s salt coming to the surface. We did have a bit of graupel Easter morning that made the ground (very) momentarily white. It melted almost immediately and left a bit of mud, which stuck to hiking shoes … until it dried well before the shoes were done with their hike. 🙂
Temple’s and Madison’s attention was caught by the sound of a raven flying along a wall of the nearby arroyo.
I had started walking down into the arroyo to follow another band that had gone through it and was grazing farther along, just above it. When I happened to look behind me, I saw that I had some taggers-along (or is that tag-alongs?).
This might be their version of “hey, nothing to see here … look, over there!” 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 