See Flax. See Flax Run. See Flax Go Down Like a Box of Rocks.

This is Flax. Handsome fella, isn’t he?

And this is Fermat and his colorful group of ladies. Fermat is the dark bay all the way to the right.

His lead mare Taylor (the strawberry roan in front) has been pretty skittish post-roundup, so I was a ridge over when I took these. It’s not ideal with a 300mm lens, but I’m lucky to be able to go out there at all, so don’t think for a second I’m complaining!

Here’s a closer shot of Taylor and her colt, Maclaurin. I was realy surprised they were willing to run past me since they generally run away the second they see me. Surprised by thankful.

Flax took quick notice of Fermat’s very lovely ladies. Consequently, so did Han. It is pretty common to see a bachelor stallion laying claim on a band, stalking the group and taking out any potential rivals in the process. It’s classic high school drama, really. “I know she’s not mine yet, but she’s going to be so back off!”

Since wild horses have the maturity of 16 year old boys, Han had strong opinions about Flax cutting in on his future turf. It seems fair. What stallion wouldn’t want a mare or two like that? There are not many mares to go around in White Mountain and I have to respect a stallion with goals. Shoot for the stars, Han!

Back to the story: The short version is that Han came at Flax like the fist of an angry deity. It went down a little something like this…

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Cloud the Trouble Maker

My friend Lauryn reminded me that I have been remiss in my blogging. Sadly, I did require someone reminding me that I have a blog and was quite startled to see just how long I’ve gone without a post. So many thanks to Lauryn!

So I love it when stallions fight. Now I know it’s tempting to read that and wonder what kind of a depraved individual would enjoy seeing animals hurting each other. Well hello there! I’m Rachel, and I am a horrible person. It’s okay though, since I suspect that 99.9% of my readership are also horrible people in this respect.

It’s okay to be terrible, though. The fighting is going to happen no matter what – it’s just a part of the horses’ heirarchal society. I just want to be there to see it is all. Every band and every individual horse has a place in the herd at large, and for stallions those positions are determined through a lot of posturing and dramatic fighting. Mares, being the more sensible sex, don’t waste time with the looking pretty and violenIndigo Kid and Cloud strut – wild horse equivalent of a measuring contest?t because they’re too busy running the show. No matter how dramatic a stallion may seem, don’t think for a second that the boys run the show in these families.

I am going to try to post a few different wild horse fights I’ve witnessed this week. Try is the operative word here. As in all things, one should always begin with the ridiculous. Childish behavior is underrated, after all, and not all wild horse fights end in blood and scars. Sometimes studs just want to have a little fun.

Unless you’ve been living under a wild horse shaped rock, you’ve probably heard of Cloud. Let’s assume for a moment that you haven’t anyway. Cloud is a palamino palomino? pale- yellow stallion who lives in the Pryor Mountains of Montana, a herd known for its heavy Spanish influence. Cloud has been filmed by a lovely lady named Ginger Kathrens since the day he was born, and has three Nature programs in his name. So yeah, pretty famous guy.


The fame has gone to Cloud’s head, if you ask me – such a drama queen!

So Cloud has been there and done that and seems content with a lovely little band of mares including my personal fave, Feldspar.


Feldspar – sweetheart and my favorite hussy!

You would think at seventeen, Cloud would be relaxing into his older age. Nope. He’s too busy being obnoxious.

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