Just checking what you’re doing back there. … Just in case. … Not that I’m really interested. … Just checking.
Sweet Winona, you beautiful girl. 🙂
This might be the last golden sunshine for a couple of days. We have rain and rain-turning-to-snow in the forecast. We’re ready for more moisture.
Fourth rifle season ended a little past sunset last night – thank goodness. Every year, the human pressure increases. Where once it was horrible only during third season, now all the seasons have their pressures … from the first of September through late November. It’s exhausting for the animals (of which I’m only one two-legged critter).
To catch up with his mare, who calmly walked past me, Corazon had to gallop a short distance to catch up.
I didn’t mind at all. 🙂
Temple and Madison go together like, well, McKenna Peak and Temple Butte! Long-time besties.
I don’t really remember what Seneca was stepping over here while she grazed, but as tall as that grass (still) is, she had to be sure of her hoof placement.
Even as we ease on toward winter, the days are chilly and the nights are below freezing, but the horses take it all in stride.
The warm days are definitely at an end. This day, even without a breeze, was nippy. The horses have pretty good coats and are ready for winter – and still eating last season’s grasses. 🙂
Flash perks up from his nap long enough to give me a handsome look. He has two of Storm’s mares, so at least they’re together.
Cassidy Rain, catching up with the band, racing the setting sun.
Juniper is sporting her own unique braids these days.
There’s been a shakeup. Storm is no longer with any of his mares, and the mares are split into two groups, each headed by a young stallion. I don’t know where Storm is, but I hope he’s OK.
The warm tones of this near-sunset pic of Odin and a bandmate invoke thoughts of summer, but summer is past … and summer is another year away. The snow may have melted, but the horses (and I) were slipping and sliding through still-messy mud this day, a couple of days ago, in Spring Creek Basin. I love this long-lasting moisture.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 