![]() ![]() Becky Young, who has helped watch over the little herd, helped us celebrate the return of the magnificent stallion, who is 21 years young this year.Īfter about an hour, Augustina ran a bit and tried to play with her father who continued to chow down on the abundant forage. Fitch’s sisters, Debbie and Sandy (they seemed nearly as feisty as their big brother!), as well as my dear friends, Mike and Dona Penfold. In attendance were fans of wild horses including the R.T. I hope that Absarokee will look better when we return.Ĭonquistador & his family in their new home Winter came to the mountain and I never saw him again. It reminded me a bit of 2003 when Cloud and Sitka’s yearling son, Storm, looked a bit lean in the summer and did not picked up any weight in the fall. Ann and I worried about him the entire time we were there. He still had his weathered winter coat and is so small for his age. Cedar’s yearling, Absarokee, did not look good though. ![]() He has a more Spanish-looking head, but he has the attitude of his grandfather-outgoing and cocky. Echo seemed huge for a yearling and had darkened a bit more, making his blaze more noticeable. Jewel had shed out her winter coat and was darkening into a yellow buckskin. Lobo’s mother, Cedar, still had a rib or two showing but that was to be expected after the winter and spring they had just come through. The smart little stallion looked fantastic, even a bit chubby. I was sad not to see Velvet back with the family but think I understood why: she could not accept the young mare and left Cloud to join his son, Bolder.īolder’s band was less than 50 yards off the road. Aztec, on the other hand, was allowed to approach and sniff the new baby. Ingrid laid her ears back when Cloud approached and did her best to keep the yearlings, Breeze and Agate, and the two-year old filly, Jasmine, away. ![]() Aunt Black, Cloud’s big black mare (daughter of Velvet and the now deceased Count) who has never foaled after being given infertility drugs as a yearling and two-year old, seemed to fill the roll of mid-wife and gentle protector. The little dun, named Lynx, had likely been born that morning and was still wobbly. The three-year old filly, Ingrid, had a tiny foal who was trying to stand. Ann and I moved quickly to grab our cameras when we saw the newborn foal in his family. He looked incredible, more handsome and fit than ever, but filthy from rolling in the shallow, red waterholes. Sadly, it appears to us that the deer and bighorn sheep populations may have crashed, while the native mustangs survived with only a handful of exceptions.Ĭan you spot Penn's Cabin on the left in the distance?Ĭloud’s band was one of the first we saw. They had survived the worst winter in 50 years, according to many folks who have grown up in the area. And on our drive and hike we saw 18 more horses in three bands, including four young bachelors -22 horses in all at sunset. On this magical evening Ann spotted Admiral and his family near the canyon on a high hill farther from the road than usual. His mother, Hightail, has joined him, along with Seneca and their son, Climbs High. For years I looked forward to seeing these “official greeters.” With Sam’s death last year, his bay son, Admiral, has taken up the post of official greeter. Many times I’ve have driven this winding 7-mile stretch, seeing only the black stallion, Sam and his dun mare, Hightail, near the gate of the horse range. Not wanting to squander a single minute of daylight, we drove out on the paved highway to the Dryhead-into the only part of the Pryor Wild Horse Range that’s easily accessible in a regular car. We three arrived in Lovell, Wyoming, early on the evening of June 24th. ![]()
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