
Storm struts his stuff in front of one of his admiring mares.
He IS that handsome!

Storm struts his stuff in front of one of his admiring mares.
He IS that handsome!

Maybe not yet … but the rattlers don’t know it.
It’s warm and dry. Most of us are hoping for rain.

That’s *just* wind giving Ty his rockstar “do.” 🙂

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. 🙂