A quote I saw and liked recently: “We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.” ~ Konrad Adenauer
Hollywood leads Madison, Comanche and Kestrel (and the rest of the bands’ members) away from the roller-coaster ridge pond, where they drank at the end of the day.
This horizon from Spring Creek Basin: Unique and much loved. With mustangs in front of that horizon: Heaven under the sky.
Although the photo is slightly out of focus, I love the expression Comanche is giving here! He barely looked up from his grazing, but when he did, this was the look he gave me.
Lovely last light rimming his ears and the ends of his mane. Handsome. 
Adore Comanche in the dancing light at the end-o-day.
Do you think they know how gorgeous they are? How perfectly they catch the light and reflect its magic? They make my heart sing. What songs fill their hearts?
Comanche welcoming Piedra to his side of the arroyo.
Not to fear: Hollywood intervened, and all was well.
Comanche brings up the rear of a mix of his and Hollywood’s bands: Juniper, Madison, Kestrel, Temple and Piedra. Pre-dawn a week or so ago.
Ever-handsome Comanche coming out of an arroyo where his family and Hollywood’s were drinking from a seep. All drinking together, except the two boys. Really a fascinating dynamic.
“Stallions will kill any foal not theirs.”
Not true.
Special circumstances? Sure. But in general, this is a myth. I can’t tell you how many people have told me this as absolute, general fact … and then I point (still) to moments like this: Comanche with Temple, who not only is not his daughter, she is not in his band. She’s the daughter of Hollywood and Piedra and still is perfectly fine and dependent upon mama – in her daddy’s band.
I’ve seen more ears back and teeth bared from mamas telling wandering babies to go home than I’ve seen any kind of violence toward foals from stallions. I know I tend to repeat this, but it’s one of my pet peeves, and I love when the horses give me an opportunity to show that the opposite is true.
Pretty buckskin girl Kestrel stood napping in one place during most of my last visit. Watching, too. The world revolved around her.
Hollywood’s band still is very close to Comanche’s band. In fact, the casual observer would never realize these are two distinct families. This dynamic may or may not be unique among wild horses, but it’s fairly unique within our herd (“the pintos” come to mind, only recently separated into Ty’s band and Corazon’s band).
Baby Temple, daughter of Hollywood and Piedra, grazes her way behind Kestrel.
Kes in her wide, snowy world!
Kestrel’s handsome stallion, Comanche.
Mama Kestrel and her yearling daughter (and Comanche’s), Juniper.
Isn’t she gorgeous? Like her mama, Luna, like her firstborn daughter, Winona. (As Winona grows up, it’s incredible how much she resembles Kestrel; her likely sire is Mouse, who was removed last year.)
What if we threw out everything we thought we new about the Earth and the moon, the universe, the galaxy, the tides and turns of season.
What if it was angels – just angels – lifting the moon into the sky. Raising it – and our hopes and prayers – and lifting those we hope and pray for.
What if miracles happen?
Such beauty in the world.
What if we could hold onto it always?
Madison and daddy Comanche. This young daddy is a very good daddy!
