Shadows mean clouds. Clouds mean relief.
We did get the teeniest amount of wet spots dotting the earth in the last couple of days. Enough to give us hope for more.
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Special greetings to Sue and Dennis Story on their 44th wedding anniversary. 🙂
It’s a plethora of pintos!
Sweet Spirit is a curious girl!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss? Corazon seems to ask.
Nothing, buddy. Just admiring your hunkiness. 🙂
We’re suffering under smoky skies again … but we have rain in the forecast.
Praying … !!!
One week from today, on Aug. 27, the deadline closes on your opportunity to affirm to Tres Rios BLM that yes, we want bait trapping to be the method of choice when it comes to gathering and removing our mustangs – IN the future, WHEN needed (which is not now).
Follow this link to information for DOI-BLM-CO-S010-2015-0001-EA (Spring Creek Basin HMA Bait Trap Gathers).
Refer also to this blog post – ‘Do NOT freak out!’ (because we are NOT removing horses) – for more information about what this EA is about and why it’s a good thing.
The deadline for comments is Aug. 27, 2018. Please do comment favorably about bait trapping in Spring Creek Basin (in the future, when needed): Alternative A – proposed action: “The proposed action would utilize bait/water trapping as the primary gather method to remove excess wild horses from the HMA. No wild horses would be removed as long as population was or remained within AML.”
The population of Spring Creek Basin’s mustang herd IS within current AML (which is 35 to 65 adult horses, and yes, we know that’s fairly low, and yes, we are working to get that raised in the hopefully-soon-to-be-updated herd management area plan). NO removals of any mustangs from Spring Creek Basin are planned or “on the horizon,” as our herd manager, Mike Jensen, has told us.
Thank you to all who have sent in their comment letters! We appreciate it more than you can imagine. Please also let Tres Rios BLM staff know that you appreciate their commitment to Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs, as well as to the volunteer advocates who support them and partner with Tres Rios BLM for the horses’ continued good management. 🙂
Everybody can use a little dose of 4 o’clock during a long drought. 🙂
We got a drizzle of rain Thursday, and it dampened the smoke. An update from the Forest Service about the Plateau Fire noted that because of the rain, the amount of smoke might now be less: “Fire managers believe that Thursday was the last day of significant smoke that will come off the Plateau Fire.” We can hope!
To get the full view of the horses (Puzzle and Spirit) with the rainbow dropping its gold onto Filly Peak, from a vantage up-slope, I had to use the cell phone.
It was a peaceful, beautiful evening in Spring Creek Basin. 🙂
Always the prettiest things out there. 🙂
My parents, Nancy and Dave, are celebrating 49 years of married life today. 🙂
Horses and family have been a constant in our family always. Horses brought them together as teenagers in Ohio, and they have horses, still, in Texas.
Forty-nine years, folks. (That’s just married life!) That’s a lot of memories. 🙂 A very lot of very good memories.
Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad. 🙂 I love you both SO much!
I think I saw a cloud yesterday
It hung around a minute, then it just blew away
It’s another identical, dusty day
Only thing not telling a lie is the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.
All signs fail in a dry spell
Don’t look to the sky
It’s got nothing to tell
But there are cracks in the ground
that run straight to hell
Maybe we’re paying for our sins
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.
Bone dry rocks where the water used to flow
Remember how fast it ran and how high it rose
Now that creek bed is empty as a dead man’s coat
Waitin’ for the wake to begin.
Old gambler crow sittin’ on a fence line
Lookin’ at me like he can read my mind
He says this country’s gonna pick you clean every time
Leave you twistin’ in the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.
Bone dry rocks where the water used to flow
Remember how fast it ran and how high it rose
Now that creek bed is empty as a dead man’s coat
Waitin’ for the wake to begin.
I think I saw a cloud yesterday
It hung around a minute, then it just blew away
It’s another identical dusty day
Only thing not tellin’ a lie is the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.
We’re all twistin’ in the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.
~ Dave Stamey, “Never Gonna Rain Again,” Twelve Mile Road
It’s hard to see any clouds for the smoke … and we MUST believe it’s gonna rain again. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 