Mud-ready

27 02 2024

As I type this Monday night, to publish this morning, we’re still hoping that the chance of rain overnight is actually going to prove accurate and that we might wake up to mud.

Cassidy Rain is already ready for mud.





Admiring the view

26 02 2024

Snowy white girls Mysterium and Juniper (don’t mind the mud bits – at least they’re finding it!) have a bit of a nap under a cloudy sky recently. The only white between here and there is – literally – the salt of the earth – alkali – coming to the surface of the dry soil.





In the moment

25 02 2024

These days seem to bring out the sleepies in horse and human alike. Way too warm. Way too dry.

Pretty, though. And if you’re a live-in-the-moment being like a mustang, you love it.

If you’re a worry-wort human who looks at the excruciating lack of snow and feels terrible anxiety for this coming summer (at least), you … are … well … terribly anxious.

Hoping Tuesday’s forecast rain/snow actually delivers some measurable moisture.





All checked

24 02 2024

Sunshine. Check.

Breeze ( a little strong). Check.

Warmth (near 60F). Check.

Perfect nap weather for Maia? Check.





Daylight moonglow

23 02 2024

Lovely Mariah walks atop a little ridge just as I noticed the moon rising above Knife Edge.





The sight to see

22 02 2024

In the space between napping and rousing and grazing, Seneca gives me her sweet look as if to ask if I also see the fabulous scenery. Yes, indeed, dear girl. I see you.





Looking for Hollywood

21 02 2024

The handsome fellow has been elusive for the last couple of months, and I hadn’t seen him either alone or with the other (mostly young) bachelors.

Finally a friend alerted me that she was “85 percent sure” she’d seen him from Disappointment Road on the southern side of Spring Creek Basin. … I looked for him in that area on a couple of drives but didn’t spot him (or any other horses). From interior, with another band, when they turned as one to look at *something*, I did, too, and there he was, glowing orangey-dun on a drab taupe hillside. 🙂 The decision to hike out to him was MUCH faster than the actual hike.

He’s still pretty lean, bordering on downright thin, but he’s OK. His hip gouge has healed, and his right eye is open but squinty.

He couldn’t have made it more plain that he didn’t want to be bothered by an overly-happy-to-see-him human, so I didn’t visit with him long. I really was very happy to see him.





Frisky

20 02 2024

Sometimes the mares (Piedra in this case) get a wild hair and try to outrun their stallion. In this case, her band and the band that moseys with her band had gotten a little separated when they chose different sections of an arroyo to drink in.

Her stallion followed along, and maybe she just needed a little gallop because he fairly easily and quickly collected her – and she let herself be collected.

Oh, those wild shenanigans!





Wanted: Snow

19 02 2024

Mountain areas – Utah’s La Sals above – have lovely snow, but we don’t. And there’s a lot of brown expanse between here and there.

It’s an easy winter for the wild ones (so far?!), but it’s gonna be a tough summer (unless something changes PDQ).





Who goes there

18 02 2024

If a rival stallion is within view, he’s worth taking notice of. Buckeye not only noticed the stallion (and his band), he actually walked halfway toward him (a distance of maybe half a mile). Only after those horses had dropped out of sight over a ridge did Buckeye return to his family. Potential crisis apparently averted. All well in Buckeye’s world.