The real “circle of life” is harsh and beautiful. The river flows still.
The story begins back in 2003 when Baja gained Washakie and her two-year old daughter, Bacardi, during a skirmish with Prince. Since that time, Baja and Washakie, have been inseparable. Fourteen years is a long time for a band to stay together in the Pryors, yet these two forged a strong and enduring bond. They were a striking matched dun pair. Baja was unmistakable with his two-toned mane and tail and his strong, muscular build. Washakie shared Baja’s dun coloration and had soft, doe-like eyes. These two with Washakie’s blue roan daughter, Bacardi, became a fixture on the mountain. They were quite elusive and weren’t always seen, but when they were, there was no doubt to their identify.
This was one of the first photos that Nancy took of Baja’s band. This was in May 2005. Bacardi had her first foal, stripe-y little grullo foal named Freedom. He did not…
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My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish;
and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it;
for what is one man that he should make much of his winters,
even when they bend him like a heavy snow?
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods
and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain
are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.