 Bailador Viento...born mid September...and quickly approaching his 4th month, this little guy is my heart throb, lol. He is as far from wild as one would expect, with good reason, my hands have been on him since he emerged from his mothers womb, Sierra Rosa. He is an energetic little bundle of love and joy. I wanted to share a few 'growing' pics. I chuckle every time I go to visit with him, he is one furry little ball of fuzz...his deep dark eyes shining behind all the hair that surrounds them. Like I did with our domestic filly when she was born...I began with scratching and touching and being 'close'...and he reminds me much of her when she was tiny, only little does he realize, he comes from a genetic pool of little colonial spanish mustangs. He is attentive and curious, he loves to snuggle. Our favorite paddock time is when he nickers at my arrival and approaches...then he buries that fuzzy little head of his into my arm pit and stands close and I whisper sweet nothings and give him love back. He has captured my heart. He is at that awkward stage where I just have no idea what he will look like come spring, haha. He is growing fast with a beautiful roan color under all those winter woolies, two white socks on the rear and black socks on the front legs. His soft and wispy mane and tail black with strands of silver running through. And running...he loves to run! He has a generous way of saying thankyou at turn out time, taking a few circles around the large snow covered paddock. Bucking and kicking all the way, practicing the dance of generations before him. His mother Sierra Rosa with her big dark eyes, continue to swallow my heart strings as she watches this little curious soul of hers so open to human touch and affection. I can see the curiousity in her eyes, and even a longing to 'enter' that profound place, called human. But the wild inside her...still calls. So for now she watches her son interact with the human side of her life. He truly loves the interaction, and why shouldn't he...he hasnt' been removed from his homeland, his band, all that he has ever known like his mother. We humans have done a great injustice of interupting these lives, these wild and free lives. In the innocence of Bailador he gladly accepts where and who he is in this time. I have been introducing our domestic gelding, Liberty to Rosa, in hopes they continue to make a generous connect with each other...her pasture mate, Sierra Cancion has attached herself to the little 'Ragamuffin' band of our two domestics and two other mustangs. My hope is that as I continue to make the introductions she will graft herself in and call them her new 'family' at which upon weather improving, and seeing the longing for her to join them...will be released on the land here to rebuild somewhat of a life she experienced on the range long before she ever had contact with the human race. Meanwhile...Bailador Viento and I will continue in building a wonderful relationship together...and in time...not only will I hope he will become an incredible 'ambassador' for all the wild mustangs, but a great companion and riding horse. To present, he is proving to those who visit here that he can surely charm thier socks off and melt thier hearts as they peer into those deep almond El Rito eyes, and make a physical contact of 'touching' and feeling the bloodline of the wild...all the while, mama Rosa watches from a safe distance....            
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