Pretty, wise Mysterium surely looks forward to spring, even with snow lingering in the background.
Slowly but surely, bits of green are starting to appear. Soon enough, there’ll be no snow, coats will be slick, water will be scarce and temps will be rising beyond comfortable. Temps already are approaching 70s, which, right now, feel pretty darn good.
Mustang girls like their bling, too. 🙂
I love showing these near-and-far images, and I hope you, dear readers, enjoy seeing them! We have such spectacular imagery within Spring Creek Basin and beyond, not limited to our magnificent mustangs. 😉
Only a stallion supremely confident naps while his mare keeps her sleepy eyes on the “intruder.”
Buckeye is one supremely confident guy. 🙂 (Do you love his white eyelashes?!)
It’s not real obvious here, but Sundance has the cutest mustachio in Spring Creek Basin. 🙂
We all talk about our “good sides,” but really, does Sundance have a *bad* side?!
And one very pretty *angel*. 🙂
We got another little dose of moisture yesterday in the form of light drizzle and then light/wet snow that melted on impact with the ground. Maybe it means that the basin will soon be showing some green. And who doesn’t like spring green?!
Now this was a hike that led me to these beauties. Almost circular if you note that fact that we started and ended in almost the same place on semi-similar trails – some sections VERY muddy still with melting snow in the shade of pinon and juniper trees. My boots were unhappier with the journey (uppers may or may not be coming apart from lowers), but my heart and my brain were delighted at the lingering moisture … not to mention the aforementioned and abovepictured beauties. 🙂
Long before I knew what had caught their attention, Storm’s band was fully alert to something moving across their landscape. By the time the deer came into my human-aware vision, the horses had nearly relaxed again.
The mule deer have been more visible than the elk (at least for me) throughout the winter, but it’s still good to see them. And it’s fascinating to watch the wild horses watching their wild cousins.
When Seneca paused in her grazing to look across a little arroyo at another band that was grazing the other side, I was ready on the shutter button. On the north-facing sides of the meandering little drainage, patches of wet, wet snow were still to be found. The horses were making use of the lingering snow – as kids welcome the neighborhood ice cream truck – though they did later wander up and over to the local watering hole (known as a pond in our neighborhood ;)).
