Ah New Years Eve. I think it’s supposed to be a time for partying. Or possibly reflection. Or reflecting while partying. Me? I’m watching Blackfish. Netflix recommended it, and it frightens me how well a computer knows my weaknesses.
Last New Year’s Eve I talked about foals. I thought it might be fun to do that again this year. Most my opportunities to really observe and photograph foals in 2013 were in the Pryors. The foal count in White Mountain was quite low this year.
I believe that the 2012 drought was the main cause for fewer foals in White Mountain. Nature takes care of her own, so it makes sense to me that there would be biological safeguards in place to ensure that the horses don’t increase beyond what their surroundings can handle.
In any event, here’s a few very brief annecdotes of foals being adorable:
The first time I met Navigator he was busy courting Morning Dove. There was a violent afternoon storm coming, lightning flashing to the northwest. Navigator had to work fast.