
Looks like the mustang fairies missed a couple of spots in Mariah’s mane during their nightly rituals. Maybe they just had a lot of mustangs to attend?! With a passing shower or two (or more), and attending winds, it’s a busy season for keeping mustangs looking their best (which likely could be said for all seasons … and yet, they always look marvelous!).
Mariah and her band were standing on the bank of a small pond, and I’m not sure what had caught her attention. There was another small band grazing some distance behind them, those horses having already been to the pond.









