Sharing memories of wild creatures in Fish Springs

Last Sunday on our way to church five wild horses ran across old Windmill Road right in front of us. There was one small yearling that was especially beautiful. It was a dark brown color but had a blond mane and tail. What a treat it was to see them so close! And just a few minutes later, five deer, including two little ones, crossed the street in front of us near Orchard Road.

We used to see deer come through our yard to get water from the pasture across the road from us, but we seldom see them anymore. It's been about 10 years since they timidly tiptoed through our orchard in the evenings while we quietly watched them from our hot tub.

What wonderful memories. Another memorable time was on the 4th of July at Risue Canyon camping out with my sister Bonnie. It was migration time and hundreds of deer gathered around their little trailer " and they all were looking at us inside of it.

My mom and dad had a similar experience, except the curious animals were mustangs instead of deer. It was in the middle of a clear, dark night in Fish Springs when a herd of these wild horses came up to our house and pushed their long noses against the big windows where my parents were sleeping. That sure woke them up fast and my mother said it almost scared her to death. At that time my parents lived in the city where dogs barked a lot, but no horses. It was really exciting for my parents to witness one of the last vestiges of America's old West " wild horses right here in Fish Springs. They mostly stay out in the nearby hills but still small groups come wandering around Fish Spring Flat.

Fish Springs is one of the few places in the United States where wild horses come right up to your front yard and you get an up-close look at them. We are thankful that we have this opportunity and we hope we can keep it that way.

Goodbye Little Guy

Sylvia Arnett has lost her wonderful horse after 23 years of loving him. Little Guy died last week but Sylvia will always remember her forever friend. Our deepest sympathy goes to you Sylvia.

Who flew the coop?

There's a note taped on the Fish Springs mail boxes that says, "Two of our hens have flown the coop. A black and white barred rock and the other's a Rhode Island Red. If they happen to wander into your yard, could you please give us a call at 783-0742? Thank you, Regina and Mark Dieters."

n Linda Monohan may be reached at 782-5802.