
Sweetness, that greasewood ain’t hidin’ nuthin’. 🙂
Burrs are still burrowing their way into the ponies’ forelocks as they stretch and reach for greening grass.

Sweetness, that greasewood ain’t hidin’ nuthin’. 🙂
Burrs are still burrowing their way into the ponies’ forelocks as they stretch and reach for greening grass.

Sundance pursues his band around a pond where another – bigger – band had come to drink.
His smaller band retreated a short distance, to return and drink when the bigger band had left.
The sky was wonderfully stormy … but not a drop of moisture fell (on us).

Alegre watches another band, looking even more gorgeous than usual with the La Sal Mountains in the not-so-far background.

Storm the hunky … in a bit of a stiff wind. 🙂

And there they are. Mustangs in a big, beautiful, wild land.

‘Tis the start of the hanging-out-under-trees season.
Things are warming up. We need rain.

Killian isn’t a big boy, but he’s awfully cute. 🙂

Spending time with the mustangs renews your faith in the world. Mostly because the rest of the world seems far, far away when you’re with them. 🙂

On Easter, remembering a happier day, when I didn’t pick up piles of trash left by ATV-UTV-dirtbike-and-jacked-up-Jeep-riding/driving people “celebrating” spring in the vast wilderness of our American public lands.
On Easter, a plea for the respectful treatment of our lands, our wildlife … each other.

Some things are greening faster than others.

In Spring Creek Basin, the “ice cream” is green, and we call it greasewood. 🙂