Well, this is kind of depressing and hopeful at the same time. All these foals hitting the ground in a flurry!
It's not FAIR.
Katya, I really could use some help here. She's cooking . . . and cooking . . . and . . . well, you get the idea. And then, on top of not knowing where she is in the process, I see that some mares hang on to those babies until they're on the verge of overdone, and then spit them out during stormy weather, and in the middle of the night. Gosh, this is fun
:HappyBounce This kid BETTER have SPOTS!
I know, I know, you get what you get. I feel like a little kid the night before Christmas. I'm going to wet the bed from anticipation. I swear, she looks exactly like the little picture of her next to my name. The only change I see is in the milk bar. I've stopped driving 30 miles every day to see her and my TB mare, just going every other day or so. Sometimes I see a change and sometimes I don't.
Every time my niece calls me, I hear this ghost conversation in my head "you missed it! When I went out this morning, there were 4 minis instead of 3". (That actually happened with a mustang mare they had in CA). I am so grateful that it isn't so when she starts talking and everything is normal. I must go distract myself, now.