Pretty little red in the gold

28 06 2020

Just a peaceful pic of our favorite little redhead mustang girl. 🙂





In the know

27 06 2020

Pretty Piedra always gives me such a knowing look. … Thing is, I wish I knew what she knows!





On a mission

26 06 2020

Maiku’s not letting anything get in his way on the path to evening water.





Golden

25 06 2020

It’s hot.

It’s dry.

It’s dusty.

There’s still beauty.





Pretty, pretty, pretty

24 06 2020

Terra. ‘Nuff said.





Some black, more blue

23 06 2020

Raven heads to evening water with her band.

Those blue skies are resoundingly, depressingly, never-endingly … you know … blue.

But at least the ponies are doing well during another hot, dry summer.





Trotter, not walker

22 06 2020

Skywalker wasn’t done harassing the bands he went to visit … even as the sun was dropping beyond the far horizon.





Happy Father’s Day!

21 06 2020

Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies who teach us what we need to know!

Happy Father’s Day, especially, to MY daddy, who’s still working hard on the ranch in Texas (with my mom, of course) to cut, rake and bale hay (!) to feed horses and cows. His support and love enable me – still – to do what I do.

Thanks, Dad! I love you!





Border patrol

20 06 2020

The fence is the western boundary of Spring Creek Basin. The white cable as the top “strand” of the fence is from the old days when roundups were done by helicopter, and the horses were moved to the west fence line, then down into Spring Creek canyon and trapped at the upper end of it.

We don’t do that anymore, of course, but it’s still a good visual boundary for the horses on the rare occasion when they get close to that area.

The La Sal Mountains of Utah rise into the sunset on our northwestern horizon.

P.S. Happy summer solstice! As we start the slide toward shorter days and winter, I think I can speak for all of us when I say the biggest thing we want in the near future are our monsoon rains.





Just a pretty little pinto girl

19 06 2020

Reya paused on her way up the hill from an arroyo seep where her band had an evening drink.

In the background, the hazy amber sky is from smoke, but I think it may be from the Arizona fires instead of the one southeast of Mancos. It’s at 2,764 acres.

The wind has subsided from brutal to merely strong, and with that relief comes another plague: the gnats. They’re here. My guess is that they’ve been out … just blown away like the rest of us. Both’ll drive a body insane.