“… and I bet you’ve got a heart of gold.”
Song by Hudson Westbrook, actually titled “Painted You Pretty.” It’s really just a kinda sweet “guy hittin’ on a girl in a bar” song, but ever since I heard the lyrics I used for the title of this post, I imagined it with a pic of Aiyanna. I think this one serves. 🙂
No one wants to go to war. Those who died in them fought for peace.
These pix of Corazon were taken the day after the pic in the previous post of him.
Still feisty if he even thinks another stallion is making a move. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin isn’t large (though it can seem so). Mostly, I see all but the most elusive mustangs fairly regularly. But when I don’t see the regulars in places where I’m used to seeing them, a change of location – looking and going – is a must.
Which led to my first visit with Buckeye’s band (and Rowan, pictured) this week since I returned from my Thanksgiving getaway.
Happy. 🙂
The pintos do the BEST job of showing off their winter fuzzies. Thanks, Chipeta. 🙂
Winona gave me just a minute or so in that soft light before she dropped out of sight with her band. I walked out to them, but they were low, which didn’t allow the highlighting of the very lovely light on the basin’s icons to the east. So I left them to their grazing and trudged back up the still-very-muddy hill … with a bit more of a spring in my step.
Happy birthday to my dad, the best man I know. I’m grateful to have grown up his daughter, raised with horses even as we moved around the country and the world and shared him with Uncle Sam.
He’s still busily ranching with my mom, waiting out the severe Texas drought with horrible heat and no rain in sight, taking care of cows and horses.
Thanks, Dad, and happy birthday! I love you!
No surprise that Kestrel is the gold at the end of this rainbow!
Not to mention neverending tail flips.
If any mustang knows better than Sundance (or at least as well!) how to find the best scenery in Spring Creek Basin, it’s Storm.
This handsome boy and his band have been very elusive most of the winter, and this day was almost no different. According to my GPS, I hiked nearly six miles in my quest to visit him and his family; they were so far beyond the back of beyond, it may as well have been *behind* the back of beyond!
Or maybe, it’s really the front door to the best place on Earth. 🙂
Who are we to argue?!
