This solo bird, unafraid, was hopping around in a pool in which the horses were drinking. He looked like a crow, but the whitish wings are confusing. Maybe it's reflected light? Not sure.
He seemed to be capturing bugs from the water,
sometimes rooting them out from soft dirt along the edge.
While riding in the upper end of Horshoe Canyon, Boss pricked his ears at movement above us on steep terrain, just below the Navajo cliffs. He's usually the first one to spot wildlife. We followed his lead and scanned the area for motion. Can you spot anything mid-photo?
We soon saw these wild burros, who stopped to take a good look at us, the interlopers passing by.
While driving along the road from the Horseshoe Canyon Trailhead, we saw a group of wild horses. Note the many bite-shaped scars on this old warrior's body.
They galloped off across the desert.
Regarding the human critters who come this way, the information kiosk along the road has posted the above sign. Apparently, the 127 Hours movie/book has attracted a plethora of climbers to Blue John Canyon. Sounds like no one's too interested in rescuing the unprepared, and you can expect to pay Wayne County big bucks if they have to go in to find you. Beware!