Desert Horses

Welcome to my horse blog, Desert Horses. We live in the desert southwest, near Palm Springs, CA, but board our horses up in our local mountains where it is cooler in the summer. I have 4 horses, all rescues. Here is the ranch up the mountains where the horses stay, October, 2015. That's Scout in the arena.

Monday, December 26, 2016

A break in the storms and off I went!

We had RAIN (almost an inch) here Wednesday and Thursday and I saw there was a break between that storm and another one heading in late Friday afternoon, so I took off up the mountain to go buy pellets for the horses.  I had emailed the ranch owner and she said they were almost completely out of their midday pellets, so I knew I had to get up there before the Christmas holiday.  They get 2 feedings of pellets (am and pm), but they all also get a noon snack.  I provide the noon snack pellets and I try to always make sure they have some Timothy pellets and some Integrity senior (for calories).  Otherwise they either get alfalfa hay or pellets for their two meals.

It was a BEAUTIFUL morning here in the desert, with fog all over.  We only get that effect after a tropical storm and Wednesday's storm WAS tropical.  LOTS of moisture, but not cold.  Friday's storm, however, WAS COLD.  Our mountains are now COVERED with snow!!!

I took the time driving up the mountain to stop and take photos along the way.  Here are a few of them:


 Fog moving up along Highway 74...



 Looking down from Highway 74 into the Palm Springs Indian canyons...
 Lone tree and empty field up in Anza...
My favorite view of the ranch.

P.S.  Quad wasn't feeling well (again)...lots of stretching, peeing, he even laid down at one point.  We kept an eye on him, but then he was well enough to go eat more pellets.  The ranch owner said she would keep an eye on him for the next couple of days...sigh...

1 comment:

Mrs Shoes said...

Wow, what lovely scenic photos of the mountains in the mist.
There is nothing approaching the size of a ski hill in this province, much less a mountain, but being 10 miles or so from one of the Great Lakes, we do often get massive fog blankets that hover about 3 feet above ground level. My heart goes pitty pat when I give a whistle & our little band of horses comes galloping out of the mist, heard long before they are seen.