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.
So Cloud has been there and done that and seems content with a lovely little band of mares including my personal fave, Feldspar.
You would think at seventeen, Cloud would be relaxing into his older age. Nope. He’s too busy being obnoxious.
I spent Sunday morning following around a trio of bachelors – Indigo Kid (the blud roan), Jasper (the grulla), and London (the most adorable bay yearling in a sordid history of adorable yearlings). These guys had been on the wrong side of the fence the days prior, so I was thrilled I could get shots of them interacting with other horses as opposed to sleeping. Maybe I just had bad timing, but these three all really liked to nap.
After a brief scuffle in which Indigo Kid and Fiddle debated who was prettier (ulimate answer: He Who), the trio ambled down for water. Just another peaceful morning on the mountain as it were.
Except Cloud was apparently bored. He left his band grazing to the south and trotted up with the sole intention of picking a fight with Jasper. Why Jasper? I have no idea. The play was decidedly gentle, as you would expect from a bit of play between a band stallion and a three year old.
Eventually, Cloud got bored with Jasper and moved on to London. Or did he? Cloud sort-of played with London, but mostly seemed to be pushing London towards his son, Lynx. For some reason, this inspired Indigo Kid to throw himself into the mix. Bolder also showed up (Confused with the plethora of names yet?), sniffed a few rumps, and then went back to his band. It would seem Bolder is above such shenanigans.
When Echo starts to play with Indigo Kid, Bolder decides that enough is enough and breaks up the fight sending the rabble rousers in different directions where they won’t cause anymore trouble. What a party-pooper! I don’t know if horses can feel embarassment or not, but if they can, then I really feel sorry for Echo!
Echo, wiley little brat that he is, immediately runs off from Dad and picks another fight. Well , I guess he is in his terrible twos…
And thus ended one of the sillier “fights” I’ve seen. Perhaps sparring would be a better word. Or even training? In any event, there was no clashing teeth or violent kicks. Just friends playing without a care. As it should be.
I think I’ll close this out with a photo of Jasper looking pretty for the camera. Why Jasper? Because I’m the boss and I do what I want, that’s why. Also, I think he’s pretty.