That Thou Canst Never Once Reflect

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:

Navigator

Navigator

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.

Making friends with the pretty lady.

Making friends with the pretty lady.

She wasn't too interested and told him off.  Morning Dove has enough trouble dealing with her own little brother, Nighthawk

Morning Dove displays the universal sign for “not interested”

Alas, sometimes these things are genetic.

Custer wasn't having much luck with Felicity either

Custer wasn’t having much luck with Felicity either

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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.

Little brothers are the *worst*

Little brothers are the *worst*

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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.

Best friends forever?

Best friends forever?

Ingrid says no, but doesn't make Nomad leave

Ingrid says no, but doesn’t make Nomad leave

Mato Ska ends up being the one to chase Nomad back home

Mato Ska ends up being the one to chase Nomad back home

Where will she drag mom off to next?

Where will she drag mom off to next?

She did sneak back briefly to spy on big brother Miguel as he played with Mato Ska

She did sneak back briefly to spy on big brother Miguel as he played with Mato Ska

And then we have this special snowflake:

Epsilon

Epsilon

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.

Gawaine warns band stallion Orion away. Epsilon's not too concerned.

Gawaine warns band stallion Orion away. Epsilon’s not too concerned.

Not only is Gawaine not Epsilon's father, he was a solid 15 miles away around the time of Epsilon's conception

Not only is Gawaine not Epsilon’s father, he was a solid 15 miles away around the time of Epsilon’s conception

Gawaine is not Epsilon's biological mother either, he just plays her on TV.

Gawaine is not Epsilon’s biological mother either, he just plays her on TV.

Epsy & Carlos

Epsy & Carlos

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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.

It was Nye's idea

It was Nye’s idea

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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.

Niobrara headed away in the wrong direction

Niobrara headed away in the wrong direction

Lobo helps get Niobrara headed in the right direction.  Mesa came up to offer her assistance/investigate

Lobo helps get Niobrara headed in the right direction. Mesa came up to offer her assistance/investigate. Or maybe she was bored and wanted to play.

Nio responded by kicking her. Boys...

Nio responded by kicking her.

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Nio 8

The little stinker goes to kick her again! It was amateur hour, so I didn't get the actual kicks

The little stinker goes to kick her again! It was amateur hour, so I didn’t get the actual kicks

Run along home, brat

Run along home, brat

Happy New Years everyone! Make 2014 a good one!

autumn nighthawk

Mom? What are you doing mom? Play with me! Play with me!!

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10 thoughts on “That Thou Canst Never Once Reflect

  1. NANCY says:

    Beautiful pictures. I cry when I see horses because of what this country is putting them through. I pray 2014 will be a better year for horses.

  2. Joy says:

    The best way to start the day is with photos and stories about the horses… the first day of a New Year? Priceless… 🙂

    Happy New Year, Rachel, and thanks.

  3. paulatoddking says:

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful pictures. Happy New Year Rachel.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Just love your pictures, and it’s good to know the older ones will send the little “brat” back the right way to her Mom. Happy New Year and Year of the Horse!

  5. Anonymous says:

    Beautiful horses~~~~

  6. Chris1055 says:

    Just love your pictures and narrative. Hope you’ll consider to put them into a book for safe keeping and sale. 🙂

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