The Twins;
They are not really twins, they are uncle/nephew. The paint mare we call Gypsy is the mother to one and her first colt, a buckskin is the mother to the other. They were born in the spring of 2010. For not being twins they sure are hard to tell apart. Now that they are grown to near full size, one is a little taller and heavier. It's only a guess but I think the bigger one is Gypsy's. It would be interesting to know why they left their family and the band. Did the stud run them off, or did the leave on their own. They headed out in the spring of 2012 for parts unknown. At least for parts unknown to me. About a year later, I got a look at them about three miles away as they grazed down a ridge. My two mustang hunting buddies and I have spent many a trip out there searching for any sign of them. In the winter they live on snow and after the cowboys take their cows out in the spring, they turn off most of the water. What is left is a long way in between. That is, the water we know about is a long way in between.
A photographer friend of mine told me he had seen the twins near a trough east of The River Bed road late this summer. I know the trough is dry and I guessed the twins were hunting water. I was thinking they might be living on Table Mountain that sets just west of The River Bed. In the first of November I drove out there to scout out that part of the country. I found a little sign in the twenty mile trip but no mustangs.
While driving up the River Bed Road and coming into country I was acquainted with, I stopped to glass the trough where my friend had seen the twins. I found the trough and was swinging the glasses to the west, when to my astonishment, I found four head of mustangs. Two of which were the twins. I couldn't believe my eyes. Pictures, I needed proof. They were headed my way but went out of sight in a few minutes. If I'd been there ten minutes sooner or ten minutes later I'd never know they were there. I waited up the road where I thought they would come out, if they didn't change direction. It was an agonizing ten of fifteen minutes but they finally came over the ridge about a mile away.
I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
They are not really twins, they are uncle/nephew. The paint mare we call Gypsy is the mother to one and her first colt, a buckskin is the mother to the other. They were born in the spring of 2010. For not being twins they sure are hard to tell apart. Now that they are grown to near full size, one is a little taller and heavier. It's only a guess but I think the bigger one is Gypsy's. It would be interesting to know why they left their family and the band. Did the stud run them off, or did the leave on their own. They headed out in the spring of 2012 for parts unknown. At least for parts unknown to me. About a year later, I got a look at them about three miles away as they grazed down a ridge. My two mustang hunting buddies and I have spent many a trip out there searching for any sign of them. In the winter they live on snow and after the cowboys take their cows out in the spring, they turn off most of the water. What is left is a long way in between. That is, the water we know about is a long way in between.
A photographer friend of mine told me he had seen the twins near a trough east of The River Bed road late this summer. I know the trough is dry and I guessed the twins were hunting water. I was thinking they might be living on Table Mountain that sets just west of The River Bed. In the first of November I drove out there to scout out that part of the country. I found a little sign in the twenty mile trip but no mustangs.
While driving up the River Bed Road and coming into country I was acquainted with, I stopped to glass the trough where my friend had seen the twins. I found the trough and was swinging the glasses to the west, when to my astonishment, I found four head of mustangs. Two of which were the twins. I couldn't believe my eyes. Pictures, I needed proof. They were headed my way but went out of sight in a few minutes. If I'd been there ten minutes sooner or ten minutes later I'd never know they were there. I waited up the road where I thought they would come out, if they didn't change direction. It was an agonizing ten of fifteen minutes but they finally came over the ridge about a mile away.
I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
