Time spent with wild horses, is never wasted time
Of course I’ve been waiting, and wanting to go visit the wild horses since we got back to Utah. Chomping at the bit you could say. This past Tuesday we finally rolled up the RV and drove out there for a couple of days and nights. Such a peaceful, and quite place. Something I really needed. It is however dry, really dry. I don’t think Utah has seen rain for months, too many months. This is a desert state, and I don’t think people realize that.
Anyway, because of the dryness the horses were pretty spread out. There were small herds here and there, they are pretty smart when it comes to survival and managing their resources.
The funnest thing this on trip, was this new little filly. Apparently she was born on Friday the 13th, so she is very young. She is absolutely darling. With her little white knee socks.
Mom kept her close, and she also kept a close eye on me. She did seem to relax a little after a while, when she realized I was no threat to her little one.
It was fun to see how some of the tiny foals from the spring have grown. This is Star, who was just tiny the last time I saw him.
This one must have been born after the last time I was there. What a cutie though.
The first morning I was out for the sunrise, and saw this rambunctious new little colt. For some reason there are these stakes with orange flags here and there along the dirt road. He at first kinda chewed on it.
It then fluttered a little which made him back up, and reevaluate the situation.
After some back and forth, he finally walked backwards until he bumped into his mom. He then jumped around, and on her while she stood patiently.
He was so fun to watch.
These three were from the spring. Amazing how fast they grow.
And finally there was this little filly. Again, she must have been born after our last visit. Her mom is one of the cremellos, whom I absolutely adore. We watched her for the 2 days while we were out there, and her name has to be Miss Mischief.
These images are from our last morning, before we packed up and left. The light was great that morning, and she was especially beautiful. But watching her, that was the fun part.
Normally the foals stay pretty close to their family band. The stallions will go after them, and bring them back if they stray too far away. Plus, they usually stay fairly close to their mom. Not this one.
It’s not unusual for the young ones to hang out together, generally they are from the same band. Little Miss Mischief however, would go from band, to band stirring up trouble.
This young colts dad came over to see what was going on here, and started sniffing around on Miss Mischief. Then she kicked him and ran off. Yes, this little one kicked a stallion. We had to laugh at that.
Then she went to another band, and the exact same thing happened. Why her dad wasn’t after her is a mystery. But she was definitely stirring up trouble.
It was a short trip, but well worth it. I’ll have more photos soon.