Saturday, April 20, 2013

The river story, finale

On the opposite shore, a blue heron flies over the pregnant mare and her mate. 

 Red Dad chases Little Guy up the hill, across the rocks, and back down to the shore. 

 But Mama Mare has had enough. "Let's walk to the trees", she said to her young one. 

"This is just the beginning, Little Guy..." 

And she nudged him to reassure him.

8 comments:

Jo's World said...

Wonderful story and great photography! Thanks for a touching week of installments!

Jo, Stella and Zkhat

RoeH said...

I loved this. The photography is tops and the story is wonderful. Kudos!

altadenahiker said...

A beautiful story. Just beautiful.

altadenahiker said...

A beautiful story. Just beautiful.

Thérèse said...

Such a delightful series! So calming!

Sam said...

Sweet story!

Sam

Chris Rohrer said...

This is really cool. I'm glad you're still continuuing to document this all. I hope these horses are left alone to just be. There's something very wonderful about knowing that there are still wild horses out there.

KB said...

Gorgeous, amazing. Thank you for sharing such a sweet pair.