A walk along the Salt River led me to a pack of wild horses. Currently, wild horses survive along the river - their future is in limbo.
But I watched 'my' pack as their story unfolded.
It started with a blue heron flying over us.
I hope you will follow their story as I share it the in the next few days.
The pack of horses was small - just six horses. The 'old gray', 'red dad', a small 'little guy' (you see him in the back/middle of the photo), a very 'pregnant mare', her 'mate', and at the far right - 'little guy's mom'.
Old gray one
Pregnant mare with mate - and blue heron flying over.
My hour with the wild horses will continue...
(All photos are my property - please do NOT copy or download them.
The story is my story - please do NOT think it is the only truth.)