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The Little Family

Its spring in the grasslands. Time for new; growth, life, babies.¬† As it goes with a herd of wild horses there is always leaders and followers and those who want to lead. The stallions are very protective of their mares. They are even more protective around off spring. Stallions don’t take kindly to young stallions who want to breed with their mares or to try to lead the pack.

This little family has been ostracized from the herd. They now spend their days way down on the flats, isolated from the rest. The mom and dad love this little new guy.

Baby & Mom

Baby & Dad

The stallions & the chase

Right now this young stallion gets to lead his own little pack.

“Effective leadership is not about making speeches or being liked; leadership is defined by results not attributes.” Peter Drucker

The proof will be next year when we see how many mares this new stallion has in the herd.

Wild Horses Again

For those who enjoyed the pictures of the horses on Schiedam Flats I have uploaded three short videos to YouTube.

Change

Nothing enunciates or  brings to life change more than moving from season to season; especially from winter to spring. Here in the grasslands winter has not given up its frigid embrace quite yet. There are signs though: birds are returning, seeds are quietly germinating underground and roots are awakening, calves are being born in the dark of night in cold pastures, the weather moves from sun, to sleet to hail and back again, constantly keeping us on our toes. We must be careful not to expect the joyous homecoming of warmth and new growth just yet.

Nature cleaves to her own schedule, not ours. The wild, Indian horses of Schiedam Flats have moved down from the hills, looking for the signs of forage on the grasslands. Last year there were many new foals and old friends who spent many summer days entertaining the observers who stopped their cars to visit. It will be exciting to see what this spring brings.

Just as nature moves at her own pace, so must we. Contemplating shedding my wooly winter coat and opening up to germinating in the warmth of the sun. Changes happens with every breath.