
A few days ago, Tenaz’s band was napping low in a drainage between a butte and a ridge. As I walked out to them, I could see Temple napping lying down with a couple of her band mates standing over her. A few were grazing, including a couple down in the shallow arroyo through the drainage. I didn’t see Tenaz until I crossed the arroyo slightly “downstream” of him, and then I waited for one of the young mares to mosey out of the arroyo so I could see him lying in what must have been the very comfortable, relatively flat and definitely-not-prickly bottom of the little arroyo. (The vegetation is dry and prickly currently, as opposed to the cool, relatively smooth, dirt bottom of the arroyo bed.)
He wasn’t too bothered by presence. I think it was his little mare walking away that roused him.

He heaved over into a mighty, wriggly, hopefully satisfying roll but couldn’t go all the way over because of the short bank of the arroyo nearby.

Then over again …

And up into the light of the still-lit side of the drainage, split by his arroyo nap-spot!














