Tag-Archive for ◊ mustang ◊

• Friday, August 22nd, 2008

AshtonAnna’s baby mustang is a female, but doesn’t have a name as of yet.

We realize that this baby mustang doesn’t know what to think about humans, except for what her mother teaches her… which is going to be “scared as beans.” So we’re trying to get the baby as used to us as possible. The hardest part about this is going to be trying to touch the baby since her mother is so protective.

This morning, Anna went out early to feed the horses, and try to the baby used to humans (at least a little bit). So Anna patiently sat in the middle of their paddock – “just being there.”

AshtonAnna's Mustang

After a while, the baby lied down and fell asleep. Aspen, the mom, got hungry, so she went into that little shelter (where her food is) to eat.

Anna sneaked over to the baby and pet it for at least five minutes. I snuck out with the camera to take some pictures. (Mocha even came out to meet the new baby.)

AshtonAnna's Mustang
AshtonAnna's Mustang

Unfortunately, my camera was too noisy, and Aspen remembered about her baby. She walked over to us snorting (in fear) to wake up the baby.

AshtonAnna's Mustang
(That right there is probably the closest Aspen has ever gotten to a human on her own volition.)

This time she didn’t forget to take the baby with her when she went back to eat.
AshtonAnna's Mustang

Overall a great experience for the baby and Anna!

AshtonAnna

• Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

What a crazy morning.

(Let me first introduce the latest additions to our “ranch.” Anna purchased two wild mustang mares (females) at auction. Here they are:

Wild Mustangs
Nevada and Aspen.

After purchasing the mustangs Anna was reading through the pamphlet they gave her, and it said there was always a possibility of a wild mare being pregnant.)

Now that you have met the mustangs, here’s this morning’s story:

The first thing Anna tells me in the morning is it looks like the coyotes ran off with our chickens. She couldn’t find them anywhere. So we both went looking for them, and found them a good 70 yards from their coop on the north side of our house.

After we brought the chickens back to their almost franticly lonely duck (poor guy), we decided to take a walk down our driveway to see how our newly-planted, baby trees are doing. We’re about half-way down our driveway and Anna says. “What is that?!?!”

Remaining as calm as possible, I look over into the pen and see this:

Wild Mustangs
What is that in front of aspen? No way, it’s a baby! Enjoy the pics of mini-aspen:

Wild Mustangs
Wild Mustangs
Wild Mustangs
Wild Mustangs
Wild Mustangs

I’m sure there will be more to come from AshtonAnna’s Ranch.
-AshtonAnna

UPDATE: This just in: the new foal is a female (filly)!
We’ll be choosing her name tomorrow.