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.
Alas, sometimes these things are genetic.
Though on the other hand, Morning Dove had every reason to be frustrated with obnoxious colts. Her half-brother Nighthawk was a never-ending thorn in her side.
Later that day, Nomad wandered over to make friends with Ingrid. Don’t ask me why she chose Ingrid, but as the name implies, Nomad is a bit of a wanderer. Saying hello to mares in nearby bands is just in her nature? Of course, it wasn’t that far away really, given Halcyon was right there, grazing in the background, and the rest of Flint’s band was only a hundred feet or so from Halcyon.
And then we have this special snowflake:
Epsilon comes from a very big family. He has the standard family: father, mother, two aunts, two yearlings, and a younger sister but he also has three satellite stallions watching his back. I have yet to see him within 20 feet of his father, and he’s only near his mother long enough to nurse. He ignores his parents and siblings in favor of spending all his time with the satellites. He seems particularly fond of Gawaine. The stallions are all very patient and put up with Epsilon tagging along, but it’s still a ridiculous sight.
And we’ll close it off with a little Niobrara. It was a warm Sunday morning, and as we all know, lazy Sunday mornings are best spent napping.
While Niobrara was napping, Jackson’s band moved off as Bolder’s band kept moving forward Niobrara was sleepy enough to be confused when he woke to a different group of horses.
Happy New Years everyone! Make 2014 a good one!