Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

With “auntie” Puzzle and mama Shadow, Tesora is as safe as a wild baby can be. They’re watching Grey/Traveler’s band and Sundance’s band. Mariah had wandered over to play with Mysterium and Skywalker for a little bit until Sundance decided play time was over.

Can you see how windy it was? Spring in the basin!

Darling Winona girl. Captured through the Jeep window when we saw Terra.

By the sacrifices of others, America won independence and the right to freedom for her people. Those who continue to sacrifice do so that we may continue to know that right, which we so often take for granted.

For our “Blessings of Libety,” we all are thankful.

Dear readers,

Roach must have taken exception to me wallowing … you’re about to overdose on cuteness, and you have Roach to blame thank.

One new face, three new names. Every reason to be thankful.

And rain. Not much. Not long. Maybe it’s the start of more to come.

Dear Roach – Godspeed.

Where, oh where does it go?

Days are full. Days are getting longer – and starting earlier. Days are busy. Days are magic. Days are happy.

Note to family and friends: I am so thankful for each of you. That I’m totally and literally “carried away by wild horses,” you know and appreciate and support fully. How did I come to be so blessed?

This morning, what a morning. Not another human being for leagues. Surrounded by 48 horses – not just any horses, THE horses – and plants with names I know and don’t know and am learning, secret trails and not-so-secret byways, caressed by spring wind – still chilly at times – cushioned by solid earth, warmed by golden light – amazed. Awed. Inspired. One new little life. I knew him (!) as a big, round belly … and now here he is. Can you imagine the miracle?

Every day, somewhere, babies are born – human and otherwise – it happens in every time zone, on (almost?!) every continent. It happens with support and without, in conditions good and bad. Some little being takes a gulp of air, and the world heaves a sigh of happiness. Next? Oh, next comes … everything.

Normal? Taken for granted? Never. The magic of life, continuing, can be nothing less than celebrated as the miracle it always is.

Thank you all for sharing this journey. A strange post, maybe, but I’m still riding high the beauty of the day. I just needed to express the absolute joy I have in the horses, all they mean to me, that I may share with you who have come to love them. What an amazing journey it continues to be.

You have to see these guys to believe them.

Gorgeousity overload!

Asher

Stud muffin – emphasis on the muffin!

He’s going grey. He doesn’t resemble *totally* mama (Chipeta) OR daddy (Ty), but I think he has the best of both.

Asher and Tif’s awe-some gelding Quest.

Lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove

No words … heart singing with utter joy.

… did Winona go??

How can one day be at once so good … and so filled with sorrow?

It starts in a week … what to say? Lots and more and more again. It is what it is, and we’ll endure it and move on.

Until then …

Who is THIS handsome hunk of a mustang stallion??

Hint: While I’ve seen him and his young band all summer, it has always been from a distance.

I can’t get over him. Wow!

Chrome’s band is the current welcoming party to the basin, hanging out in the area of Filly Peak.

Who wouldn’t be welcomed by this sight?

Mama Jif is growing wider.

Hayden is a good big brother to Rio and Boreas.

Boreas and Rio

Boreas and mama Two Boots

Little Mr. Handsome!

Littlest Mr. Handsome! 🙂