Two years ago, Spring Creek Basin welcomed three young mares to its herd. About a week after that, Buckeye, previously a bachelor following a band, won them from young Flash … and so has it been since then. This spring, Dundee foaled, a colt, Ranger (who disappeared before his second month), and Aiyanna had Bia.
It’s hard to believe it’s been two years, but it has been. … Two years today.
These guys may also be sending anniversary wishes:
This little family was just above Buckeye’s family: mature pronghorn buck (isn’t he handsome?) with two does and a fawn.
I was trying to get an anniversary family portrait when the prongs family “crashed” the photo shoot. Dundee wasn’t too interested (there’s always one, eh?). 🙂
We got lucky with these ladies from Sand Wash Basin, and we’re grateful they’re here in Spring Creek Basin!
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Twenty-two years ago, the hijackings of four planes, which resulted in the attacks on the Twin Towers in New York and the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, and the crashing of Flight 93, in western Pennsylvania, by passengers who fought back, rocked the United States. Two thousand nine hundred seventy-seven people lost their lives.
A little Spring Creek Basin potpourri for today’s post. The inspiration was this little guy/gal:
S/he was little bitty, and my first thought was the usual “chipmunk,” maybe “ground squirrel.” There were a couple of little holes, the nearest right behind the critter. While researching just what s/he IS for this blog post, I realized that I don’t give these ubiquitous little busybodies much thought, though I see them all the time. I looked up the above terms and compared those pix with my pix … nope, definitely not either. Then I spotted a pic of an “antelope squirrel,” which fit the bill. Who knew?! There are several regional kinds, and I don’t know which particular species this little one is, but s/he was awfully adorable and fairly curious about the giant (how must we seem to such tiny creatures?) with the clicking box.
From the very top of the western boundary of Spring Creek Basin – the rimrocks you see as you approach the basin’s western boundary *from* the west – this is a view looking to the northwest out over Disappointment Valley:
Utah’s La Sal Mountains are those peaks on the horizon. This was taken right from the fence line at a little saddle. In most places, the sheer cliffs of the band of rimrocks form a natural boundary for the basin. In other places, where the horses could wander right on over, there’s fencing to keep them home and safe. In the very foreground, you can see some old wire from a previous fence; I’m standing right at the current fence (not seen). Between Spring Creek canyon (down to my left) – which is the drainage outflow of Spring Creek Basin – and what I call the northwest valley (simply the farthest little “valley” in the northwestern part of the basin, where our newest water catchment is located; up to my right), there are a series of what I call “bowls” – little “micro-valleys” between hills/ridges, for lack of a better term. The above pic was taken from the top of one of those bowls.
Now facing the exact opposite direction, looking back into Spring Creek Basin, a little lower, near where I made my little friend:
This wonderful sculpture of an old juniper just begged to be used as a frame for this view of the basin, looking southeast. Note the grey mustang at lower right; she was grazing with her band and two others just below the height of the bowl. Visible across the background are landmarks often to irregularly featured in other images posted on the blog: Temple Butte above McKenna Peak (framed right through the upper part of the old tree), submarine ridge, Brumley Point (just right of the farthest top-right branch), Round Top and Flat Top. The snaking shadow-line at mid-right, above the mustang, is a low ridge along the south bank of Spring Creek. The canyon is downstream, farther right and out of this frame.
Would you like to see a bit closer look?
Of course! A marvelous view and a marvelous old grandfather (mother?) tree – what a view it has (imagine!!)!
Have I mentioned lately the fantabulous grass in the basin? Those ponies are eating like bears in hyperphagia (I’m only partially kidding). It’s pretty glorious – and incredibly satisfying to just hang out listening to the horses snip and crop and chew.
I’d been delighted by the ponies, charmed by the antelope squirrel, filled with gratitude by the bounty of grass (native grama, galleta, sand dropseed and alkali sacaton, if you want to know specifics (links may or may not be to the *specific* types that we have)), but the evening had more thrills in store. I’d noticed that the attention of a couple of horses was caught by something I couldn’t see, but as that happens quite a lot, and I was *focused* on framing the basin in the arms (branches) of the ancient juniper, it was a moment or three before another captivating face caught my eye:
One face but two somethings!
Now here’s a thing: Antelope squirrels may be called antelope squirrels (one wonders why?), but pronghorns are not actually antelope, despite the fact that they’re called antelope by most people. Kinda like the buffalo/bison thing. In any case, I didn’t know at the time about “antelope squirrels,” but I was thrilled to see these pronghorn buddies. I think they’re both young bucks, but females also have horns, which are smaller than the males’, and these weren’t super big. (I have seen females recently, with fawns.) Another interesting tidbit: Pronghorns aren’t hunted in most of Colorado. Despite being just about everywhere in states such as Wyoming (nickname: speed goats, which always tickles me), they’re not common in Colorado, especially this area of Colorado. We do have a fairly stable – and fairly small, 25-30ish animals? purely local observation – population in Disappointment Valley/Spring Creek Basin.
One …
… the other.
Thank goodness for long lenses and the quiet of inattention!
The curious stares lasted a few moments, then with a burst of speed too fast for this human to follow (with a camera …!), the boys put on a burst of their famous speed up the hill past a couple of unbothered mustangs (!).
Pronghorns could give humans lessons in sprints and interval training. As fast as they can hustle, they come to a walk or even stop just as quickly. All the better to check you out again, my dears. … Note the four o’clock blooming in the sunlight in the background. Most of the four o’clock plants/flowers are not currently blooming.
And they usually just as quickly lose interest in such slowsters as humans and mustangs. (Note the wonderfully healthy juniper trees branching over the buck and in the background. We’re losing a lot of trees to drought and teeny beetle-bugs.)
No trek above Spring Creek and the canyon would be complete without taking note of Spring Creek itself, which is trickling in places …
… and not a glimpse of water immediately downstream of the above pic. The creek makes a sharp bend to the left there and enters the canyon, just out of frame to the left.
We have an interesting phenomenon (is it a phenomenon when/where it’s normal?) here where water will run above ground (in the creek/arroyo bed), then disappear underground, then reappear (sometimes, in some places) above ground, in the creek/arroyo bed, downstream. With the geology and stone stratigraphy of Spring Creek canyon, there almost always are some little pools of water between the walls of the canyon itself. (A reminder: Spring Creek and its tributary arroyos drain Spring Creek Basin. That water then flows out of the basin, across part of lower Disappointment Valley and joins Disappointment Creek, which eventually empties into the spectacular Dolores River. Spring Creek is ephemeral; it runs only when we get a big (or sometimes not-even-so-big) rain event. This water is from the big rain(s) we got about a week ago, making its way downstream.)
And I’ll leave you all with the glorious panorama that is Spring Creek Basin, from the northwest looking east/southeast/south:
Spring Creek Basin from high atop the northwestern hills/western boundary/rimrocks of Spring Creek Basin Herd Management Area. Visible: Valentine Mesa, Temple Butte, McKenna Peak, submarine ridge, Brumley Point, Round Top, Flat Top, Filly Peak and, in the center, Spring Creek. (Click on the pic to bring it up in a separate window and enjoy it the better.)
Something a bit different today. None of these pix were taken within Spring Creek Basin, but they were taken outside the basin in Disappointment Valley (the basin is a tiny corner still considered part of the valley). … Do lizards and bees count as fauna?!
When I saw this little critter on the edge of the road, I wondered whether it was alive. It was completely still, and though somewhat flattened, not *squished*. I took some pix and went on my way. When I returned about 30 minutes later, it scampered away as I approached! I was startled but relieved! I so love these little critters (this is not the brightest collared lizard I’ve seen, and it was little/short, which makes me think it might have been a youngster).
This bee on this sunflower is different than THIS bee on THIS sunflower:
The top bee was just a little bitty bee, and the bottom bee was a great big gigantic bee! Both were so completely immersed in their bizziness of pollen gathering that I was able to hold my phone quite close to them to snap pix (I took multiple to try to get some sharp – voila!).
I don’t know a thing about bees, but the article is fascinating … and bees are, too. I’m glad they’re doing their bizziness here in Disappointment Valley!
All wildflower season, I’ve been trying to get an image something like this one of Winona, with softly out-of-focus blooms in the foreground to create a misty, magical sort of look. Finally, as most of the flowers are waning or gone, I got this one.
The light was still a bit bright, and she’s just nuzzling an insecty-itch, but I’m still happy with the overall mood as a moment in time … a moment in the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years … that the mustangs recognize absolutely not at all. She’ll never remember that particular moment (because it will happen gazillions of times throughout the insecty seasons), but it reminds me of all those strings of beautiful moments I’m so blessed and grateful to witness with the mustangs. … Peaceful and serene (despite those pesky, insecty gnats and other buzzers).
As noted, it’s a good year for the prince’s plume, which continues to flourish. While it’s there to admire, giving color to our landscape and mustangs, I’ll continue to take photographic advantage of it.
Despite the promising sky and definite rain *around*, we got just a brief drizzle – the day featured above and below, which was a couple of days ago. …
** I had to update this post: We got rain yesterday! **
I had previously written after the first sentence: That’s good, but we always like/want *better*. Buckeye and his ladies and baby don’t mind waiting … it’s the humans who stress out!
We DO stress out … and we’re infinitely grateful when the rain finally falls!
All those little white bits on the ground are sego lilies.
Aren’t they spectacular? I posted another pic of sego lilies recently … taken with my camera, as compared with this one, taken with my phone. I’m not tall enough to give my long lens room to focus on the interior of these little beauties, but my phone does a pretty good job.
The prickly pear cacti are blooming now, too. Most blooms are shades of yellow and peach-ish:
But I found these blooms – PINK – just about 10 yards away from the yellow cluster above:
How wonderful are these colors?! And the flowers are pretty, too. 🙂
All the blooms and all the green – and the horses and other wildlife and humans, too, – are grateful.
The sego lilies are blooming! Every spring, I eagerly await the blooming of these delicate desert bloomers, and every spring, I try to capture their particular beauty. Good thing there are numerous opportunities while following the mustangs!
I kid you not: This year, they started blooming on Memorial Day.
This area of Spring Creek Basin where I found Corazon and his family recently was booming with yellow prince’s plume blooms, but though I tried fairly hard for a little while, Corazon wasn’t terribly interested in posing with the golden glory. He and his band members were much too interested in seeking out and eating the yummy Indian ricegrass, a cool-season grass that’s growing like gangbusters right now. It must be sweet and tasty because all the horses love it!
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 