Juniper and Winona
Aurora
Apollo
Whisper and Auroa
Conclusion – Don’t try to resist! 🙂
Just some pix of a super-cute baby (really, is there any other kind of baby?!) and her family.
Juniper with mama Kestrel and daddy Comanche.
Juni and daddy
Baby girl isn’t quite a month old yet, but look how big she is! Baby Winona – in my memory – was just a petite little thing. Juni looks big and stout!
Kestrel and her girls – baby Juniper and Winona
Juni-girl – doesn’t she look big? And in the background … way back … see those white dots? That’s Two Boots on the left and Chrome on the right (I cheated – I kept looking back at them through my binoculars), and darker Jif is just to the right. Who else was back there? Seven’s, Grey/Traveler’s and Cinch’s. Nearby? Spook and Bruiser and Luna’s – and Aspen. A little farther but still in this general area? Hook’s – with Twister – and Hollywood’s and Kreacher’s. Not tooooo far away, Iya’s. 🙂 They’re finding plenty to eat, and they have a couple of water sources – they’re happy.
Dazzling sweet girl!
Still have lots to share from almost two weeks ago … looking forward to getting back to the basin this week, weather-permitting. Loved getting all that moisture (including snow!), but I can hardly stand not having been in the basin for two weeks. I want to see it GREEN, like we’ve hardly had yet this year (the green-up was as subtle as I’ve ever seen it, and the cheat grass has already gone to purple), and I want to see ponds brimming with water. I want to see all the babies and families! Don’t know what I’ll find … and that’s why I’m so eager to get back out!
Juniper, mama Kestrel and daddy Comanche. For whatever reason, I just love knowing Comanche is a full-fledged daddy … He has taken such good care of Winona.
Baby girl in the spotlight
Isn’t she divine?
And the whole world is new and interesting and beautiful, to be explored and marveled at.
Then they left the shadows of the trees for the morning sunlight.
All things bright and beautiful …
All things wise and wonderful …
It was a gorgeous morning. If snow fell in the basin last week with the rain, I wonder what she made of that? What all the babies – tough little mustang babies, made of stern gossamer stuff – made of it? I hope they delighted in it and kicked up their tiny heels and ran for joy of life!
We wandered over the pinon-juniper island and found Luna’s band already hard at work at nap time. There’s just about nothing better than napping in that delicious morning sunshine after the day’s first trip to the water hole. At least, that’s my take on it. 🙂
Alpha was just to the left. I think Mouse was a little back, also to the left.
Zeroing in … Steeldust is likely Varoujan’s granddaddy (likely sire of Butch).
The littlest mister laid down …
And big brother Gideon came thiiiiiiis close to joining him … His nodding head dropped so low, I was sure he was going to lie down, but he never did.
Meanwhile, just a little distance away …
Big sister Winona, fascinated by the baby …
Ha! Mama Kestrel was just steps away to the left. Pretty soon, these two will be playing together and running circles around mama and daddy!
Handsome daddy Comanche
He stays close …
🙂
Baby girl couldn’t resist the call of nap time, either …
Like mama Luna, like daughter Kestrel … I really don’t know how to articulate how I feel when I sit with these horses, in the sunlight of a beautiful spring morning, a million miles away from anywhere and everywhere. It’s the most incredible gift to be able to do that, feeling their quiet magic all around. I am grateful beyond words … I am amazed beyond reason … It keeps me going back, it makes me do everything I can to ensure their survival in the best conditions possible. Above all things but my own family, they are my light in this world.
Juniper
Luna the beautiful and wise, mother of (at least) Kestrel, Ember, Hannah, Gideon and Varoujan; grandmother of (at least) Winona, Fierro and Juniper. We are so blessed to have her (she came from Sand Wash Basin in 2001).
Varo and Luna, Gideon and Alpha in back.
Do you see all their eyes? Luna and Varo, of course, Alpha … and Gideon? I love trying to capture images like this – puzzle pieces of family life.
Baby gives mama a schnuzzle …
Mama gives baby a schnuzzle! I love how her mobile lips are stretched out to him.
Mama, always a comforting presence …
Loved the light on him against the shadowed arroyo wall behind him.
Just love … just always simply love.
Pre-dawn is a truly lovely time of day. These photos were taken from about half an hour before dawn to just after, when the light was just kissing the trees in our corner of heaven.
Cinch
Liberty gives Cinch an early morning nuzzle.
Pretty Gaia with Liberty
Luna’s band at one of the ponds. From left: Steeldust, Gideon, Alpha, Varoujan, Luna, Butch and Mouse.
Mama Luna and her boys. She’s actually drinking out of a puddle there. I’m not sure why she drank there rather than from the main part of the pond.
Love all their faces. Butch is looking at Comanche’s band, who are at the other side of the pond.
Mama Kestrel (Luna’s daughter), Juniper and Winona (Luna’s granddaughters!) get a drink at the pond.
Winona and Comanche
Comanche, watching Luna’s band.
Sweet Varoujan gives mama a nuzzle.
Off to graze.
Juniper and Kestrel
Good morning, beautiful girls!
Daddy, Juni and mama -dawn. You can’t miss that piece sticking out from his nostril … I’m not sure what he did there, but it does seem to be a piece of skin that he ripped somehow. Doesn’t seem to bother him for grazing or drinking. He’s looking at Grey/Traveler’s band.
Peaceful, beautiful, all right with the world. Out here … it’s easy to believe in everything that should be right with the world …
What more to say? 🙂
Thanks to photographer Claude Steelman, Kestrel’s filly has a new name: Juniper! The baby girl does LOVE trees! Claude found Juniper when she was just hours old. He also named young Pinon when he was born two years ago (crikey, that’s another birthday I’m behind on!).
I don’t know how you’ll stand the cuteness … brace yourselves. 🙂
One of the first photos I took of her when I first found her family, standing – where else? – with her namesake juniper! Check out the banding on her legs. I’ve noticed this in several foals when they’re very young. Most of the time, they seem to fade with age.
Mama Kestrel and her new baby girl. Kestrel is Luna’s daughter … she learned from the best!
Handsome daddy Comanche
Sweetest big sister Winona – she’s whinnying after mama and stepdaddy.
Mama and her girls
Are you seeing a theme in the surroundings?
Or this recognizable, purely Spring Creek Basin landmark?
Dearheart girl and your angel baby – so beautiful!
Baby girl was wandering around – she’s already quite independent – and mama ended up on the other side of that fallen tree. Juniper tried to paw at it a bit, but she couldn’t quite seem to lift her long legs high enough to get over it, so mama came back to the rescue.
Don’t you want to give that little muzzle the softest little smooch!?
Are you all in love yet?
Yeah …
I’m totally gone … again. 🙂
Beautiful ‘Nona-girl turned 1 today!
What a doll she was – is!
She was such a napper! It seemed like every time I saw them, ‘Nona was napping.
And from the absolute beginning, Comanche – stepdaddy – has been wrapped around her tiny hooves. When Winona was born, Kestrel was with Mahogany and Sundance – and Aspen and Comanche. Comanche quietly took up protection duties, and eventually, he, Kes and ‘Nona split into their own family.
This firstborn daughter has been loved and loved and loved.
Always, something special about her, and she has always reminded me a little of Kestrel’s little sister Hannah – outgoing!
Did I mention loved?
By more than just mama and stepdaddy … 🙂
One of my all-time favorite pix of the girl.
Such a glamour girl!
With a beautiful sense of humor!
Fairy princess
She does still love her naps!
Happy birthday, treasured girl! Your birthday (gift) came two days early! 😉 (More to come in a few days …)
Changes happen all the time – that’s nature. Because foaling season and re-breeding season in horses happens one right after the other (no separate “rut” like with deer and elk) – and usually (but not always) in the spring – ’tis the season of changes. I like to focus on the behavior and all the “other” going on. So you’ll rarely see “fight shots” on this blog unless I can use them to illustrate the behavior behind it (such as the play fighting with the youngsters awhile back). Also, because images of stallions fighting are so prevalent, some folks then have the idea that the stallions just fight constantly, and that’s simply not the case. Stallions do fight to protect their mares and families – but they don’t fight all the time – and what else is going on?
When I first saw Hollywood’s band last week, I was confused. Kestrel and Winona were nearby – that has been fairly typical lately – but not Comanche … and not Hollywood. This was all from a distance through binoculars, by the way – and then realization hit me: Comanche WAS there – WITH Hollywood’s band – WITHOUT Hollywood …
Comanche stole Hollywood’s band – minus Piedra and, as I found later that day, their new daughter. (So much for the belief of the visitor who was adamant Hollywood could “kick that grey stallion’s ass.”)
When I finally figured out what I was seeing, it looked like the band must have been new because there was a lot of chaos swirling – and Kestrel and ‘Nona were staying apart from it.
As it turned out, I found Grey/Traveler’s band with their new filly and, late in the day, Hollywood and Piedra and Bri, and I never walked out to Comanche’s new band until the next morning.
By then, Comanche was sort of bridging the continuing gap between “Hollywood’s band” – seen above – and his original girls, Kes and ‘Nona. And except for one brief bit of interest in Baylee, Comanche seemed to be leaving them alone – and I didn’t quite understand that, either …
I’ll skip the graphic details, but Iya was clearly in her foaling heat … and it was SAGE trying to breed her! The little guy is just 2 (end of this week), and he was pretty awkward. Add to that his “auntie” Baylee, who has now fully switched her allegiance from Sage and his brother Tenaz to Iya’s little boy, and it left this human feeling confused. Why wasn’t Comanche filling that duty?
They went round and round, and Sage still found gaps in her defenses and tried to breed Iya several times while I was with them. I don’t know whether he was successful … and we won’t know till next year!
Baby was NOT hurt, I want to make very clear, and he was never in direct danger from either Sage, his half-brother trying to breed his mother, OR from Comanche, who just stole his mother and the others. Anything can happen, of course, and have foals never been trampled by a stallion trying to get to a mare to breed her? I’m sure they have been. But I know the “cult rumor” has reached epic proportions that “a stallion will kill any foal that’s not his” (I have BLM as well as non asking me this all the time), and I want to make it clear: Even in his zeal to get to Iya, Sage avoided the baby, and, as I’ve said, Comanche almost completely ignored them altogether.
What really confused me was Comanche’s behavior.
He was completely calm. Other than following them and making sure Kestrel and Winona followed him, he seemed to mostly ignore Sage AND Iya. That was the most confusing part. With her so obviously in heat (she stood for Sage patiently every time he tried), why was Comanche ignoring her? Wasn’t that probably the catalyst for Comanche stealing them in the first place? (Hollywood did not emerge unscathed from their apparent encounter, but he’ll be OK.)
Comanche at right, Sage in the middle, Tenaz, Iya and the baby in front of him and beside Baylee. Sage is in a rather tentative “stallion” position here, between Comanche and his band/family … but in the next moment:
Baby clacking!
Sage then went to the mares, and Comanche went back to grazing. Comanche showed no outward sign of injury, though he certainly could have been bruised. His attitude – in very human terms – seemed to be one of just biding his time.
Kestrel seemed to ignore the new additions even more completely than Comanche did. Here, the horses are behind her and up to the right. She’s looking long down the hill, possibly at Seven’s in the far distance (very visible this week).
Tenaz tried to take advantage of the situation by sticking as close to Winona as she would allow, but she wasn’t too interested in playing with him.
I was so hoping ‘Nona would turn her head and present me with a lovely shot of Tenaz, her and Kestrel all in a row … but she wasn’t so accommodating. 🙂 Comanche is just behind them, and the others are in the arroyo beyond.
Iya – the eye of the storm – seemed exactly as calm, taking everything in stride, focused almost completely on grazing and her baby.
No mistaking these two!
Comanche watched Iya, baby, Baylee and Sage in a wide arroyo before he led Kestrel, Winona and Tenaz down to join them.
Sunrise was almost completely cloudy (and storm-cloudy) except for this bit of softness.
Always changes … always more to learn … ALWAYS more wonder!
That refers to me more than the horses! I always wonder how much moving/grazing/socializing they do in the night.
Comanche’s band was close to Hollywood’s and were so very considerate in allowing me photos of them in the gorgeous early sunshine!
Comanche before the sun conquered Knife Edge. I’m really impressed with this boy as he grows and matures. I don’t know his age – based on his shading, younger than 10.
Comanche again (he does make an excellent subject, doesn’t he?!) – I love how the foreground is still in shade but it has illuminated him.
Watching Hollywood’s …
Watching me …
Sleeping on the job while baby-girl Winona watches. 🙂 This wasn’t just catching a wink – he was definitely napping in that quilt-warm sunshine – and why not? It was divine!
Mama Kestrel, also watching. Her mane had gotten so rubbed down to just wisps … all winter, it has been growing … I love how just along her neckline, it’s silver. And look at just the hint of dapples on her shoulder.
Looking up from grazing – see the belly. Due in May.
Love the dimension of the early morning shadows on Round Top … Beautiful background for a beautiful girl.
“Just” grazing … but I love how calm he is, how his colors blend with the surroundings … the shadows and erosion furrows on Round Top …
Big Long Grand Ground Covering Mustang Walk! (Love his dapples, too!)
Is he handsome or what?
Kestrel following … Now Flat Top in the background – maybe not quite “top of the world” but gorgeous – home.
Winona bringing up the rear- love how the sunlight highlights a reddish tinge on her dark legs. Along her neckline – the same silver-tipped mane as mama. And yes, that’s still snow on the hills in the background (beyond the basin/outside the herd management area).
Buckskin buuuuuutiful!
I’m increasingly at a loss for words for the incredible experiences I have with these phenomenal horses in this spectacular place. Mostly forgotten, living as only they know how to embrace the gifts of life. If they can do it – so well – with so “little” … can’t we?
A sight for hungry eyes after the winter. See what she’s going after? And yes, she got each bit! This time of year must be the horses’ Christmas.
Baby girl will have a baby brother or sister soon.
Kestrel and Winona
Sweet girl is looking at stepdaddy Comanche down in the arroyo below.
Don’t you love his handsome face?
Soon to be a daddy!
This will be at the top of posts until the deadline – Monday, March 28 – to call the Dolores Public Lands Office at (970) 882-6800 to request placement on the mailing list to be sent the scoping letter for the Spring Creek Basin Herd Management Area roundup this fall. That should be coming out very soon.
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The following are photos from my visit with Hollywood’s, Comanche’s and Mahogany’s bands last week. They were once all part of Steeldust’s large band (except the youngsters and Iya) – though not for a couple of years now. 🙂 Mahogany leaving with Sundance and bachelor Aspen is the most recent development.
Full brothers Tenaz, almost a yearling, left, and Sage, almost 2, right.
Here’s the rest of that story:
“Reading” stud pile messages. Iya in the background.
Mahogany (bay) and Sudance. SunD stays close to her to ward off Aspen. Mahogany is in much better shape this year after a year’s rest from raising a foal.
Mahogany is the dam of Baylee (almost 4), Pinon (almost 3) and Sable (almost 2). Bayles is with Hollywood; Pinon and Sable are with Hook. She should be due in May.
Aspen with Round Top in the background. See the road? It ends just above the curve you can see. That’s where I parked the day before and walked around the west side (to the right) and came back to the Jeep from the east side (left). Seven’s and Bruiser were “behind” it on the leftish side – basically southeastish.
I’m positive Iya is pregnant.
Baylee sure doesn’t look pregnant …
Watching me carefully while she rubs an itch using that greasewood! (Check out her lip!)
What do YOU think?
Straight-on of Baylee …
Straight-on of Iya.
Hang in there, mama Piedra. Only about another month for you.
If she’s as consistent as she was with Sage and Tenaz, she’s due around the end of April.
Sundance – check out that groovy, wavy mane.
Camouflage, naturally. (Did anyone see him in one of the pix above of Baylee?)
As he grows up, he reminds me more of Chrome in his carriage.
Comanche
I had been photographing Sage and Tenaz playing over the stud pile when I noticed ‘Nona moseying in our direction. Hollywood’s had spread out grazing, but Tenaz was lingering even after Sage had wandered off. Oh, sly boy, I wonder why? 🙂
Winona walking down into the shallow arroyo. Sure-footed and beautiful.
Earlier, Tenaz sticking to big brother.
Big trot …
Do you see the future? Mr. Tenaz guarding his family? Brother Sage and auntie Iya in the background.
Watching daddy Hollywood, who hadn’t yet crossed the arroyo. Don’t you see Hollywood in this boy?
Curious George, err, I mean Tenaz. 🙂
I went on up the hill to watch them, and Mahogany and SunD came up and past me again … Lack of golden sunshine didn’t diminish the beauty of the basin.
Someone in Telluride asked me (basically): Of all the wonderful places in the West that are loved and cherished and protected and should be protected, what’s so special about Spring Creek Basin?
An innocent question (I think … I hope) … one whose answers completely undid me.
“It’s magic,” I finally managed. I can’t remember what else I said through my tear-choked throat.
Is magic enough? To protect this place that most would see as empty, desolate, scrubby and lonesome and well off anyone’s definition of a beaten track?
I think I tried to say that I write a blog to try to tell people just what’s so special about it … Mostly, my attempts fall short.
The wind, howling the day before, howling overnight, was still at dawn and for a couple of hours … until it returned seemingly out of nowhere about midmorning. I got up to head back down the hill, and saw that Winona had laid down for a nap not far below me.
Ordinary? She’s watching a pair of noisy (mating?) ravens flying across the hill that had been with us all morning. Maybe, to her, alert to the goings-on of her world. Extraordinary.
Loved the soft light illuminating her mane, the dark eastern ridges rising above her, complementing her buckskin gold.
Head. So. Heavy.
What’s so special?
Really?
Do words even exist??