Waiting For The Miracle

So, while I was staying with

pzb, my mother came down a little later than I did, and was staying with some of her friends who have horses, also in Eugene. We were planning to meet up today at the train station and ride up together.

Now, last night, I get a call from my mother. Mom's friends realized about two weeks ago that their horse was pregnant, and last night she started waxing. (Basically, her tits started dripping milk.) So my mom called me and was like, 'get out here.' and because pzb and pzb's husband are awesome, they drove me out to the farm at like, 11:00 at night.

So we go out and sleep in the pasture, under the stars (which was fabulous) and when we go to check on the horse at 1:00, there is a brand new baby filly.

She's adorable, all long legs and big head, and we got to watch her walk about and do a little falling. By 2:30 she was trotting around like gangbusters, but still hadn't found her mom's teats. She was totally affectionate with all of us, and there were so many times she'd come and suck at our fingers.

At one point she was curled on the ground and I was next to her; she'd keep reaching out her muzzle and trying to nurse my fingers and bumping her head against mine.

I'm trying to find works for how cute she is and how thankful that I got to be her and get to interact with an hours old foal, but I can't quite manage it.

 

We leave for the train station in, like fourty minutes at this point, and I've had an hour of sleep, but it was totally worth it.