Last week the Events center hosted a team roping event. I went down as I was sure there would be some pretty horses. I love a buckskin and there were several.




I never get tired of looking at horses. So please indulge me with all the cow pony photos.




Living on the Edge of the Sagebrush Ocean
Last week the Events center hosted a team roping event. I went down as I was sure there would be some pretty horses. I love a buckskin and there were several.




I never get tired of looking at horses. So please indulge me with all the cow pony photos.




There are wild horses present in the areas I have my cameras set out. I have to carefully place them where the rampaging 1000-pound animals won’t knock them over, rub against them or otherwise play havoc with them. It is disappointing to wait two or three weeks to see what sort of photos you are going to get from a set and then walk up to the camera knocked over or askew. I have gotten better at placement, but it still happens.
A few weeks ago, I looked at one of my cameras in dismay as it had been knocked out of position and faced the bark of a big cottonwood tree that I had hoped would protect it from the horses. Well, that is going to be a complete waste of that set I thought. I was pleasantly surprised to see this little mouse show up on the tree bark at night.


