More water for mustangs in Colorado

22 06 2012

June 20, 2012

Contact: Christopher B. Joyner, Public Affairs Specialist, (970) 210-2126

BLM conducts emergency water operations; closes public lands for drought stricken wild horses

MEEKER, Colo. – The Bureau of Land Management recently began delivering water to wild horses in several areas in western Colorado in response to extreme drought conditions. Today BLM also issued an emergency closure for areas in the vicinity of Texas Mountain south of Rangely to further protect wild horses where the situation is particularly severe.

BLM is closely monitoring the wild horse herds it manages in Colorado and has begun supplementing natural water sources in three of the four wild horse herd management areas in the state, including the Piceance-East Douglas southwest of Meeker, the Sand Wash near Maybell, and the Spring Creek outside of Dolores. These are areas BLM manages specifically to maintain healthy wild horse herds in balance with other uses of the land. BLM is also closely monitoring the water situation in the Little Books Cliffs Wild Horse Range outside of DeBeque, which currently is not requiring supplemental water.

BLM issued the closure prohibiting public access south of Rangley in the West Douglas Herd Area, which is an area not planned for continued management of wild horses because it is not as suitable an area. BLM recently discovered a group of approximately 40 to 50 wild horses completely lacking any natural source of water. In addition to providing a large, temporary water tank and three water troughs, BLM is closing this area to reduce disturbance while the horses adjust to a new water source. The affected closed area is on or near Texas Mountain east of BLM Road 1214 and east of BLM Road 1063. Livestock are not currently in this specific area or using this water source.

BLM is closely monitoring the situation in the closure area and in the remainder of the West Douglas area, which holds an estimated 135 additional wild horses.

“BLM is committed to maintaining healthy wild horses in the White River Field Office and in Colorado,” said Kent Walter, White River Field Office manager. “We will continue to monitor the situation here and elsewhere, and may need to take additional steps to ensure the wild horses are cared for humanely.”

According to Walter, hauling water to such a remote location is not likely a sustainable, long-term solution.

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This is what I call “the trickle” in Spring Creek *Basin* (why do people always leave out the “basin” part?). Right above the S in Spring in my signature (and yes, I know, but Spring Creek Basin Wild was a long URL) is a pipe out of which water flows from an old well. It’s not much, it’s salty, it smells like sulphur. But the horses drink here when the drinking gets scarce. By the end of next week, we plan to install a pipeline and a drinking trough. The new line will run downhill to the new trough, which will sit where the pool of water currently is accumulating, right in front of the big tamarisk. Water will be controlled by a float instead of trickling on down into oblivion.

In addition to BLM’s green light (Tres Rios Field Office, Dolores), Disappointment Wild Bunch Partners partnership and (BLM) Director’s Challenge funding, the project involves Forest Service labor from the Dolores Public Lands Office. Thank you to all involved! (And many thanks to the Forest Service’s HP, who brought handsome Jammer for me to ride while we GPS’d water seeps in the Spring Creek (arroyo) and another main arroyo this week in the basin – and more next week!)





Water delivery, part 2

18 06 2012

Today was the second delivery of water to the catchment – and this time, it went directly into the storage tank.

Cecil Foster of Foster’s Water prepares to carry his water hose up his ladder to pump water into the tank.

Cecil at the top of the ladder.

A closer look at the drinking troughs.

View at the top: the water hose inside the hatch on top of the storage tank. See the glitter? That’s the water! The tank is now nearly full!

I should have taken pix of Chrome’s band on our way in; they were right off the road. They had moved away by the time we headed out. But close enough to take advantage of this good water.





Playing in water

16 06 2012

And now some light-hearted water fun. 🙂

Apollo gets ready to walk out of the pond while Hayden tests the splashability. I’m taking this from my Jeep up on the road. This is the Sorrel Flats pond back in the eastern part of the basin.

Zoomed out to show more of the pond. As part of my documentation of the horses these last few years, I keep track of how much water the ponds have and when they go dry – and when they fill back up with the summer rains. Now that we have a herd manager who is interested, I share that information with him. The pond just north of here – the east-pocket pond – went dry just a week or so ago, just a few days after our herd manager saw it with very shallow water.

Apollo, Hayden and Tenaz grazing on the flats just above the pond. I should have some better photos of these boys soon tweaked and posted.There’s not a lot of surface area here, but the middle is a little deeper than it seems.

Storm has hooked up with the boys (though possibly not permanently; he wasn’t with them the other day). He followed them out of the wooded “island” and down to the pond to drink. I’ll have more pix of him soon, too.





Water for mustangs

16 06 2012

It’s dry out there, folks.

That’s neither new news nor surprising news.

We haven’t had any rain since late April, and the forecast for the forseeable future shows perfect yellow balls of sunshine and highs in the 90s. On July 1, we’re supposed to hit 99.

Bleak. That’s what I call that forecast.

Three ponds have water. Wildcat Spring has water. The trickle is trickling. There are random seeps and springs around in arroyos – all small, all not-so-good to poor quality. The ponds all have gone dry in previous years – last year, the year before, that I’ve documented – but the monsoons always come. Some years better than others, but they always come. This year promises to get worse before we get those monsoons.

Our BLM folks at the Tres Rios Field Office in Dolores are well aware of the drought conditions and are taking steps to ensure the horses have water to get through the worst of the dry season.

Among the things our recently awarded Director’s Challenge grant money will fund here: water enhancement projects. From 2009 to 2010, five ponds were dug out (made deeper; they silt in – get shallow – because of the erodable soil), and two more are scheduled to be dug out this year (hopefully before the monsoons come!). We’re talking about water guzzlers, solar pumps on wells (something we’re looking at to enhance “the trickle” into something with a bit more flow) and possibly a second water catchment.

I get a lot of questions about our water catchment. What it is, how it works, how it benefits the horses.

Two aprons are laid out on a slope and fenced (to keep sharp-hooved wildlife out). Water in the form of rain or snow falls on the aprons and drains down to filters, then into a pipeline that runs down to a 16,000-gallon storage tank. From there, lines carry water to two troughs, which hold water controlled by floats. I turn the valve on when the weather starts warming up in early spring, and I turn it off when it starts to freeze at the start of winter (so the lines don’t freeze and break).

This is the only clean water to which the horses have access.

Because of the alkaline quality of the soil, the water is highly saline. I also get questions about the “white soil.” That’s salt on the surface of the soil. Crazy but true. The horses, of course, have adapted. It’s also muddy, and at times like this, sure, there are seeps – where the water comes up and fills salty, muddy hoof-print-size puddles. Not a lot of quantity, let alone quality.

Are you still with me?

This weekend, BLM ordered the first delivery of 4,000 gallons (what the truck holds; more coming) to the catchment, which is about a quarter full after the mild winter and no rain since April and horses drinking.

Can I get a yahooooooooooooooooooooooo? 🙂

Here’s Cecil Foster of Foster’s Water preparing to drain water onto one of the aprons. Cecil has been hauling water to the catchment for years. In recent years, deliveries were paid for by the National Mustang Association, Colorado chapter. NMA/CO paid for the water catchment to be built more than a decade ago, and there are a couple of signs on the fence that say so. (Remember Pati and David Temple, for whom baby Temple is named? This is one of many projects they have honcho’d over the years through NMA/CO.)

Water starting to flow. This pic shows both aprons.

In this pic, you can see the green storage tank and the drinking troughs (very small in this image, barely visible – they’re to the right of the tank) in the background.

This is the perspective from the lower end looking up toward the road. The filters are apparently a little clogged; the water shouldn’t pool so much before draining. We need to get them cleaned out before the rains DO hit. The rocks on the aprons are just to hold it down.

Looking across the aprons to the northwest. One of the troughs is a little more visible in this image.

And a better view of the tank and troughs.

The two aprons of the catchment, side by side.

So that’s what they are, how they work and how they benefit the horses. One slight negative is the location – most of the horses are not in this area. Chrome’s band has consistently called this area home for the last couple of years, and they’re the only ones I know of that drink here consistently. That’s good, but it’s also one of the reasons we’re looking at potential locations for a second catchment (and have been the last several years).

Good water benefits more wildlife than just the horses. 🙂 This little guy (gal?) is perched on a rock on one of the aprons. In the foreground is the blurred berm of the apron; just behind the lizard’s rock is the water from Cecil’s truck flowing down to the filter on its way to the tank to become drinking water for the horses.

Good stuff. Thanks, BLM. 🙂





Reflections

14 10 2010


This morning … Baby ‘Nona was playing with a twig from the bush in front of her that she bit off to entertain herself while mama and Comanche had their morning drink.

Do you love their reflections in one of our lovely ponds? (Not one that was dug out.) They all still have water. It amazes me. We’ve had great rain this year – so glad BLM got those ponds dug out!





Mosquitoes, mushrooms and more!

13 08 2010

Or: August = green!

Or: Holy grass!

Or: Monsoon madness!

This morning, when the sun broke through the cloud bank and turned the basin into a shimmering emerald jewel, I thought I’d been transported to Ireland. It is THAT green out there, people.

I had to fend off mosquitoes while photographing Chrome’s band, and mushrooms are growing in this crazy newly-wet beautiful Spring Creek Basin, not to mention one of the invasive types of “sunflowers.” Missing the paintbrush this spring? Not to worry, now they’re growing in bushes 2 feet tall with dozens of “flowers” on every “stalk”! I’m pretty sure they’re paintbrush, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it grow like that before, and certainly not in the basin.

I wish I could describe it in all the exquisite detail it deserves, but not even my photos come close to illustrating the green-tinged curves of hills, the grass in bunches the horses seem lazily content with – like it will last all the rest of the summer – the whole marvelous wonder of it all.

Looking south from the northwestish – Filly Peak at far right.

Looking up to the far northwest, near Klondike Basin.

From the northwest looking southeast: unnamed promontory and McKenna Peak (“pyramid”) at upper right.

Between the road and Filly Peak …

You know it’s crazy when I take pictures of actual grass!

Also a lot of this yuckiness adding to the greenness …

I think this is what someone told me will become tumbleweeds.

All of that, and two ponds are still dry. The kicker is that they’re not even on BLM’s list of ponds to dig out this year – hopefully, they can. The day’s miraculous forecast was for sunshine (been “thunderstorms likely” for three weeks now), and we’re in the middle of monsoon season, which happens every year in Colorado, and I had to leave the basin three times for rain – the third time finally kicked me out for good near the end of the day.

Here, although there’s not a horse in *sight,* they ARE there – out there! – it sums up my weekend:

Gorgeous with a touch of danger. That’s Filly Peak from the outside looking in when I had to leave for good in the evening – life-giving rain filling all the background, which is Spring Creek Basin to the faint ridge outline in the background – covered by a wildly vibrant rainbow (even with a polarizer hastily attached, the colors here aren’t nearly as magnificent as they were in person … or maybe it’s my “rose-colored glasses” … ;)). And do you see the lightning strike? Yes, OK, so it could strike a tree (or worse), but talk about lucky: That’s handheld. It’s not nearly as shocking (sorry) as it really was, either.

In addition to the shining green all around (I’ll tell ya, it makes my head spin), there are some surprises in the herd. Unfortunately, I don’t have pictures (!) because I watched from a distance because a few bands had gotten together, and I didn’t want to add to the chaos. Cinch has Liberty, and Twister is with – drum roll, please! – Cuatro! They ended up playing with Ze and Sage for a little bit. Not sure why year-and-3-month-old Cuatro struck out on his own. Did he get kicked out already? His mama has a foal, and the other mare in his band (Jif) isn’t due for a month. Another dysfunctionality of our tiny herd. (I can’t explain why young Cuatro – and others as young – have left their mothers/bands and horses like Butch and Sundance – at least 4 now? – stayed with their bands.)

And because no post would be complete without the reason for this whole blog:

Two Boots and Rio.

More to come.





Wet and dry, green and rain

6 08 2010

The basin is greener than I think I’ve ever seen it – even in spring. And it’s not just the “false” green, looking over the countryside and seeing the green of greasewood and saltbush and pinon/juniper – there’s also grass. Bright green tufts of it. Everywhere. Evidence of insane amounts of carving water iseverywhere – in some places, it was at least 3 feet deep. It’s been over the county road – and a(t least one) big mud flow prevents safe travel into the basin.

But hiking in from dysfunction junction was no problem. Not totally dry, but much drier than I had warned visitors it was likely to be!

Our wonderful friends Karen Keene Day (see her website in the blog roll) and her husband, F, and their friends R&K (and collectors of their art) visited the basin this week – from the lowlands of South Carolina! K&R said their house is at 16 feet. The basin is roughly 6,000 feet higher than that! I’m pretty sure I swatted at four mosquitoes.

I should have taken more pix of the wild and awesome evidence of the power of Ma Nature, but we were late to the basin already, and I wanted very much for them to see horses – if any kind of luck was with us.

The last time I was out – also with Karen – I was driving along the herd area, marveling at the water running in arroyos, thinking “look at this water! I wish horses were here to take advantage …” – and shazam – there were Shadow and Wind and David!

Would you believe luck struck again? I was thinking, “Please be visible for these folks from South Carolina. They really want to see you, and so do I …” – Can I say it again? It’s so much fun! SHAZAM!

David, our David. Isn’t he a handsome boy?

Shadow was perfectly content on the other side of the big arroyo, “hiding” behind greasewood, and this is the only time while we watched that I saw her actually look at us; I never saw her even lift her head.

Neither did Wind! I can’t believe how much he looks like Liberty, in color, at least.

There was still a possibility we’d see the pintos up the next drainage … and as we proceeded down the road, I spotted a pinto I thought at first was Corazon. But when I looked through the binocs, I realized it was Bruiser! He’s still by himself … but Lady Luck was completely on our side, and the pinto band was nearby. He’s keeping his distance, but he’s also keeping an eye on them.

With the second storm wave since Karen and I arrived passing across the north end of the basin (rain might have fallen on the north hills), and lightning flashing – but us in partial sunshine – we hiked in – on dry land. The side arroyos were dry, but the big arroyo that comes through that drainage was still muddy. No standing water that we saw in our brief glimpses, but I’d be astounded to learn that any possible “pond” in the basin is not holding water right now. We’re right smack dab in the middle of our normal monsoon season … but this isn’t quite normal!

We got up to within hailing distance of the ponies, and Ty, then Mesa finally saw us as they trailed after the band, slowing grazing along the base of “their” hill (really, aren’t all the hills theirs?!). Mesa came out between us and the band, not alarmed, and Corazon, before he knew what Mesa was looking at, came out to meet him.

Kiowa finally saw us – Maiku took advantage of her pause to grab a snack. Copper in the foreground, Chipeta behind Kiowa and Spook at right.

Back to grazing.

No foal yet from Chipeta …

Bruiser stayed near the base of the hill across the arroyo where I found the band last time, just watching.

We kept our eyes on the lightning and pretty soon decided to head back.

No agenda; just luck. Amazing.

Just amazing.

It started raining about dawn the next morning, and two hours later, it was still raining, so I thanked my lucky stars and headed home. A few weeks ago, it was so dry, all the ponds were dry, and the horses were relying on little trickles in secret pockets for their water. Now, it’s like a second spring in August. Monsoons in a Colorado summer – gotta love ’em!

Teaser:

Disappointment Creek (outside the herd area)





Spots after rain

24 07 2010

Chipeta is – should be – very close.

So when I saw her – standing oh-so-still way out yonder – across the muddy green gloriousness (I swear the greasewood are greener), the sacrifice of my shoes was a foregone conclusion.

As it turned out, she was just resting, not standing over a small something I couldn’t see across the distance. Doesn’t she look – ahem – *glowing*? Radiant, even?

That light WAS sublime.

And so was every glimpse of this in the big arroyo:

Looking down from above, after sun had set.

As I was about to walk across. Two notes: Can you imagine what my shoes looked like? This is why we didn’t drive into the basin!

OK, so it looks like the mud pots of Yellowstone, but it’s running water. See the riffles? See the trickles? See the life force of the desert? Of the horses that call this slice of desert home?

*Shutter click* Well, hello there, big. While I was focused on the band, I managed to “sneak” up on Mesa, browsing along the edge of the big arroyo. He didn’t seem to know I was there until he heard the click of my camera shutter and turned his head to smile for the camera.

Big bro and little bro – Milagro and Maiku.

Corazon, on guard. I’m not sure why he seems to have “preferred” status with the band. He’s walking away from Ty here … to scuffle with Mesa … and later with Ty … They both seemed to have the upper, uh, hoof, but they also both walked away.

And Ty seems to “have” Chipeta … except when he doesn’t. When I first saw them, they were slightly apart from the band (Mesa even farther), both standing, napping. Chipeta ended up with the band, and Ty walked on … past Milagro, who stood facing him, ready to clack, ready to be submissive, very curious in the big grey boy … past Corazon the first time … In this photo, he was actually walking back up toward the band from grazing down the hill toward the arroyo.

Milagro at bottom right; Spook, upper left; Kiowa and nursing Maiku and Copper behind them.

Milagro and big sisters Reya, center, and Spook.

Milagro and daddy Copper. My, don’t THEY look alike?! Almost the last of the sun before it slipped below the near hill …

Chipeta and Spook and mama Kiowa

Kiowa and Maiku. That little jag over his withers – see his tuft of white mane? – is the only “pinto” he got from mama.

Just a tiny bit on this side. Big baby boy!

Reya, 3 (big Chipeta grazing away at left)

The sun had slipped away by this point, so then it was just a sweet, quiet visit with these seldom-visited ponies.

More rain that night … the next morning … with it, cooool breezes. Oh lovely days.

Heaven.





Glorious rain

23 07 2010

It rained. It poured.

The day turned dark. The lightning came in bolts.

The arroyos started running with the liquid of desert life.

The land carried water until it could swallow it all in.

Just as I was thinking “I wish horses were here to take advantage of THIS water running in THESE arroyos,” there was a black horse … and her foal …

I thought I was seeing things – my wish come true!

Sure enough, David – having already rolled in the wet, heavy, muddy goodness! – was very nearby his Shadow and their Wind.

I wish I could have kept sight of them in that sublime, post-storm light – as golden as it had been purple-dark earlier – but the trees … the hills … the washes … alive with water …

Advantage being taken.

Glorious.





Catch-up

19 07 2010

The morning I found the tree on fire, I had seen bands at a distance and was headed out to visit them. After I called in the fire (with randomly and surprisingly found cell service), I went on to visit.

What a(nother) great surprise to find Duke with Twister (center) and Cinch (right)! Bruiser still not with the boys, but I’ve had a recent update from this weekend that he has been seen – alone but apparently just fine. I stopped the Jeep and took pix from it …

… but the boys “made a mad dash” anyway. 🙂 Look at that handsome Duke! So elegant! His mind is on Cinch, and Cinch’s mind is on Duke, and young Twister (3 years old) is just happy to be part of the gang.

Stopped again. I didn’t know it at this point, and I’m not sure whether they did … but somebody(s) were up the hill in the trees ahead of them …

I drove on, looking for Hollywood’s band, which I had seen earlier, and it does seem like these boys – Cinch and Twister before Duke joined them – are hanging out close to Holls’ band again. Just below a little “rise” or “edge,” almost to the fence, I found them. They were napping under a tree, and the proximity to the fence was unfortunate because they felt the “squeeze” and immediately started walking out into the open. I stopped a little way on so I didn’t block them, then got out to watch the parade.

Iya leading – she’s not terribly long-legged for her size, but she is a big girl. Sage tossing his head against the gnats, big Tenaz and mama Piedra.

Hollywood in the lead, followed by Baylee, Piedra and Tenaz (Iya and Sage now bringing up the rear).

Piedra, Tenaz (look at him looking!) and Iya, sneaking in a sniff of baby where mama Piedra can’t warn her away. See the dapples in their summer-slick coats. 🙂

Following Baylee. A couple of things about this image: First, see how big he is! His bay-black legs are starting to shed through his baby-fine . But do you see how much he resembles Hollywood? I think Sage tends to resemble Piedra, but this big boy definitely looks like daddy! He’s about a week away from being 3 months old.

Sage and Iya broke off for a little detour visit. Brave ones of the group, these two.

Meanwhile, Holls and the girls and his little mini-me waited at the stud pile(s) for them to catch up. 🙂 Look at that handsome Tenaz – cute!!

On they went, then, heading up the valley toward the boys … who went closer to the hill and found …

Do you see them? Everybody in Kreacher’s (lower left) band is at least partially visible – though not very well, admittedly. 🙂 Mona is above Kreacher; Kootenai is to the upper right; and nearly smack dab in the middle, you might be able to make out Raven’s legs through the tree … and immediately left of her, Corona.

Later, after I’d gone back to watch the fire and then was on my way out, I found them again:

Drinking at the trickle – found enough water to splash in! It collects a little below this but is pretty stagnant there; they drink uphill, where it comes out – a barely slurpable trickle, but clear. (Mona was just to the right.)