In the shadow of the Mesa, the mares and foals live a natural life. For miles there is nothing but creeks, mesas, coyotes and cottonwoods. We walk out among the herd to feel the presence of fresh, new life. These foals haven't had many human moments, yet seem unafraid of us. I even reached out and scratched one on the rump and it turned to see what I was doing but stayed!
Today I am giving thanks for yesterday's rain, new life, my sweet friends, and the wildness still in this world.