One thing that has always endeared me to the wild horses is the way they value family. It is obvious that they care for each other, and that family is extremely important to them. This is one of the main reasons that roundups are so incredibly devastating. Foals are taken from their moms, mares are taken from each other and their stallions, the whole family band is broken into tragic pieces.
Watching and observing the horses gives you a definite sense of how much they care. This story is just one of many examples.
This water hole was extremely muddy around the edges. So much so, that adult horses would sink almost to the knee and you could tell it was a little bit of a struggle to get away from the waters edge and back to dry land. This gorgeous mare had left her young foal on dry ground while she got a drink. But she definitely kept her eye on the foal.
I’ve just spent 12 days enjoying the Wild Horses in Oregon’s South Steens mountain area. This is a remote, and extremely rugged high desert area in the south/east part of Oregon. The Steens mountain area is varied, and you can travel from about 5000 feet elevation, to 10,000 foot elevation and enjoy the variety in the landscape. We went specifically for the wild horses, which are just as gorgeous and varied as the land they live in.
All the Pretty Horses
The first thing that strikes you is the color and conformity of these horses. I have visited wild horses in several different states, and while every wild horse is beautiful, I’ve never seen such a variety as there was here.
This guy and his band quickly became a favorite. More on him later.
Wild Baby Burros Playing-The Cutest Thing on the Internet
If someone asked me which was my favorite, wild horses, or wild burros? I would no doubt stare blankly and say “Yes!”
Honestly, I could never choose. Wild horses are majestic, amazing, and full of life. Wild burros are elusive, cautious, and just damn cute.
We are currently spending time in an area of Arizona where there are quite a few wild burros, and I am in heaven. They are braying outside the RV in the evenings, and I can walk out my door in the morning and run into small groups hanging out in the hills. There are several young ones, which are arguably the cutest critter on the face of the planet. The little guys are fuzzy, head to toe.
They look to me like they are wearing little pants because of the way their legs look near their hooves.