Well, our mare delivered unto us a very adorable little boy on July 6. True to the adage that mares are cagey, at 9:30 pm the milk didn't test like she was imminent, she didn't look quite right, 11pm I get the call that the colt is on the ground. After a very tiring 2 hour drive down, I was pretty awake when I saw the little guy.
Momma was a maiden, delivery was easy, but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with him. By 4am we convinced her that she didn't need to be facing him all the time, so he could nurse unassisted. Obstacle number one overcome.
So, on the weekend, we tried for turnout in the indoor arena. Little man didn't follow, which got the mare quite worked up, so we're pretty sure that she wasn't aware that it was HIM she kicked... this is not good for an owner's heart. But, he's quite fine, and she is settled down and they are outside just fine. Thank god for patient veterinarians who are totally unflappable, even when frantic owners call. Apparently, this isn't really that unusual, but I'm fairly sure I had a minor heart attack.
Last weekend, we arrive as usual with fully soaked beet pulp for Momma. And she promptly choked. Oh sure, it resolved quickly, it was very minor. However, whenever my mother forgets how much that mare means to her, she does something like this which puts her into a total panic.
Now, is it any wonder that the little guy is named Pure Havoc?