Born to be Wild?

Here's the new filly I'm hoping to get sometime soon. She's a mustang, a wild horse captured in Eastern Oregon last year at this time. Quiet Storm is also a mustang; we adopted her in May of 2006 and picked her up at an adoption closer to home a couple weeks later. That adoption also had this girl there, although I must not have thought much of her because I can't find her in any of my photos or notes (and I tend to take a lot of both.) She was adopted, but her owners were forced to move, so both she and the colt they'd gotten needed to be re-assinged to new homes. Being as how I can't pass up a bargain, I snapped at the opportunity!

But now here's the problem; she needs a name! So help me out, won't you? She comes from the Sand Springs Herd Management Area (HMA), which is a pretty harsh area from what I understand. The terrain is full of lava beds, and the horses are known to travel up to 20 miles to get from grazing to water. Pretty tough critters!

So far, this girl's not halter broke. The BLM volunteer, Steve Reppert, who has her right now managed to get a halter onto her, thankfully. And while he's been working with her a bit, I suspect it'll be awhile before she's completely relaxed. I'm excited about the challenge!

Don't forget to send me your suggestions for a name!