The pasture is a good place to be—even though it is just dry ground and not lush grass. But then too much of that “lushness” isn’t good for my Marvelous Mustang feet—up and down the hillside with some rockiness keeps my hooves somewhat self trimmed, but not fully—not like out on the range. Come to think of it, isn’t that a metaphor for human life?
And joining the herd—finally….On Sunday, Aug. 19, at precisely “High Noon” I walked through the gate to the pasture for the first time. All went well. I know that my human had some concerns, but then she had prepared all of us well. Gus befriended me saying, “Come with me little girl.” LOL. After all, I know what it is like to be in a herd and to have its protection. I was born into a herd with Seven, my sire, the band stallion. Then I moved to Bounce’s band when my mom, Molly, passed away and then I was stolen away by Cinch—for he had just become a band stallion. It is amazing how out on the range, the bands protect each other. So the first day I spent with Gus, and towards feeding time, I was with Thunder and Ryah. Spread the joy around—that’s my motto. After all, I am the Marvelous Mustang.
This past weekend must have been something special, since there were lots of people on my human’s property. That must be her range. I overheard her saying that she was so grateful for the support of her friends. Hmm. Just like out on the range. Isn’t that interesting? We really aren’t so different. Yes, a different species, but all with the same needs for safety, love, kindness and protection. Makes one stop and think and celebrate life….whatever form it takes.
Life…..here or out on the range…. "Home, home…on the range”…..wherever that range may be. Celebrate life…..We do in my world. Another foal was born out in Spring Creek Basin. Terra had a little colt and as of this writing, he has not been named, but he is a colt with personality. So that makes eight healthy foals added to the wild herd in the Basin, totaling 49 horses now. And Chipeta is about to foal…she continues to keep us guessing when. I think she is laughing at us. Well, laughing at the humans…we mustangs just take it all in stride. While most foals here and on the range are born between April and June….on the range, it is not unusual to born in August and September.
A couple of more things going on….seems I have become the reporter for the happenings, at least for this month. September is very busy. As new life continues on out on the range….new life, in a form of a new art showing continues here. On Sept. 15, at the Ridgway Library, there is an opening of my human’s new art show—and it is all about my Spring Creek Herd….with the new foals, shown in paint. Joining her will be another artist, Karen Keene Day….she has been painting my herd for the last 12 years…way before I was born back in 2009. Together there will be over 40 paintings of my great family out in Disappointment Valley. Please come to our party and help celebrate the glory of my wild horse herd. From 4 to 7 p.m. at the library….some libation and hors d'oeuvres….That is such a funny phase….think about it.
From art to music…such creativity….The Ouray County Chorus rehearsals begin on Tuesday, Sept. 25. If you ever wanted to sing your heart out, now is the time. Come one, come all…practice is at the United Church of the San Juans beginning at 6:30, and with new choral director David Vickers. Andre, former director, went on to greener pastures, for him, in Salida.
And speaking of greener pastures….you knew I would somehow get back to horses…my human does…and so do I…after all….what else is there?
So Spring and Summer seem to have melted into Fall…cooler temperatures are on the way…and the nights have been a bit chillier. Still beautiful weather….but preparations for winter have started—at least in the mind. I do hope that there won’t be so much ice under the snow this winter. That’s what I heard my human say. Riding in the snow is great fun…as long as there is no ice. She won’t be riding me this winter….but by next Spring and Summer that’s the plan. I’ll just relax with the herd throughout the winter….and gear up in the Spring. The different seasons fascinate me. Changes. One of the few things you can count on is change.
Time for breakfast…and then out with the herd. Life continues on….another day….another opportunity to give love and enjoy life.
Alice Billings is a resident of Ridgway, Colorado, a painter, an artist, an author and friend to animals everywhere.