All our world seems painted in shades of buckskin these days – more brown, brown, brown than gold, gold, gold. It’s late, late winter, it’s a smidge too early for true spring (though temperatures and birds and bees say it’s spring).
It’s also the scruffy, rough, scraggly time when the horses are getting ready to shed their own winter wear and become sleek and spring-shiny again. And we’re waiting on green bits, which adds the vitamins to the winter diet. We’re all tired of the winter diet.
That snow on the far ridge above the east pocket is outside the basin.
It’s March, typically our wettest month, and it’s not out of the realm of possibility that we could get more snow. Rain is in Sunday’s forecast. Our fingers are crossed again.
A boy I love in a place I love.
Winona photobombs Mariah as they graze under what looks like a brooding volcano under a stormy sky.
Spoiler alert: It’s not a volcano; it’s Brumley Point, a small-topped mesa on the basin’s southeastern boundary.
Our skies more recently (the pic was taken about a week ago) are very, very blue and very, very clear.
Maybe Kwana is chewing on a bit of snakeweed to freshen up his breath for his ladies. 🙂
Or maybe not. But he’s still awfully cute!
Terra wandered a bit from her band.
It’s hard to see, but there’s a narrow, not-too-deep arroyo right beside her. Her band came from the other side, and another band, originally on this side, was crossing it to the other side. The arroyo starts not far behind Terra and gets deepish pretty quickly.
Although it’s NOT “too deep,” it’s narrow, and there aren’t a lot of good crossings. So when the horses were basically trading places, Terra had to scuttle to catch up to her band and away from that OTHER family.
Then they grazed on either side of the arroyo – pretty close, really – and all was peaceful once more in that lovely light.
As for rain, well, we’re up to 2.72 inches since Nov. 1. (Our amount since that date stood at 2.71 as of the previous day’s post, in case you couldn’t remember.)
It was that kind of day: Windy, warm, sunny. Nap worthy.
We’re looking for rain tonight (as I type this post, which will be last night when you read it this morning (!)).
We’ve had just 2.71 inches of moisture this winter (from Nov. 1 to now). That’s from both rain and snow.
Not a whole heckuva lot.
Meanwhile, there’s also a bit of this if you look closely:
The green grass blades are an inch or less long. We need some wet stuff to make more green stuff.
Miss Reya poses oh, so prettily in front of McKenna Peak and Temple Butte. … And in the next moment, she turned away to graze. It’s hard to catch that girl posing. 🙂
Pretty Cassidy Rain is getting in her daily steps up the east-west hill on a hazy winter evening in Spring Creek Basin.
P.S. Happy leap day!
Because that’s what he does to so many hearts. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 