magnificent little filly. And last night our neighbor Karen came over and with me, stood gushing for a good hour.
What’s to explain the small bit of good fortune that is now skittering about the pen? Well, I spent the semester teaching animal behavior, and studying up on equine reproduction. And I spent an equal amount of time studying photography. Alas, Signy had her foal on the sly. And the photos aren’t all that good because my vision is obscured by tears.
You can’t really totally prepare for a foal birth. We beat the odds a bit because Signy is an experienced broodmare. And I’m glad that we got the chance to see her do what she does best – nurture foals. But (and I babble) this foal was so big – things could have gone terribly wrong.
I says to Karen that I was worried that something might still go wrong, and she replied “what can go wrong now?” her statement meaning, after all this, what’s to worry about?
Well, the best one can do is just do, doing as Dr. Wellington suggested, and being prepared for the worst. We gave him back his colostrum substitute – and I hope he has no need for it. Hrimmi has gotten hers. And yesterday we trimmed Hrimmi’s overly long toes and checked her teeth (they are lined up perfectly). And we weighed and measured her. She’s HUGE – weighs approximately 85 pounds.
Signy let us do all this, but she was, of course, as she should be, guarded.
My friends -- I am truly experiencing the incredible lightness of being.
Up and Running – an Aubade
Should write a poem,
Perhaps an aubade,
A morning love song,
this, as opposed to a serenade,
which is an evening love song,
for it is in the early hours
that all is right with the world.
I do what comes most easy,
First giving hay and water to hungry goats and horses--
and returning to bed, where both my lover and I
together, greet the new day.
Next: 152. 05/9/12: Bringing Up Baby