Gratuitous foal cuteness
Mar. 31st, 2009 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelBaby Equinox continues to be brain-meltingly adorable. See, I have pics to prove it.
Bey is still not delighted to have people near him just yet, but after a little while, he got curious and walked up to me on his own. Dear gods, what a sweet, docile little horse. I got a little bitty colt sniff and the opportunity to pet a very, very soft little nose. Yeah, I melted. Meanwhile, Bey and I exchanged a little nonverbal communication in which I explained that I had no intention of catching either of them, but that attempting to trample me would be highly unwise. She and I have an understanding about these things.
Bey was foaled when I was 12 years old, the same year my brother was born. Damn, that was a long time ago. (Bey, BTW, was not a particularly friendly baby. Cute as hell, though). My attitudinous little mare and I have grown up together in...well, attitude and stubbornness, I guess, but hey, we're good for each other. Still, the breathless elation and excitement of meeting one's new foal is pretty much the same emotion now as then. You kind of forget to breathe for awhile, but in a really nice way.
Of course there's a part of me that's groaning just thinking about all the huge amounts of work OMG that goes into rearing a young horse, and man, aren't I just now enjoying the rewards of Dancer the wonderful saddle horse, four years later? But it's so worth it. Raising a baby is pretty awesome. You know any training mistakes are yours and exactly how they were made, you really really get to know the animal, and then on a whole other plane, you get to be part of this:
I love the markings. That white tail is going to be very striking for the rest of his life. But right now, OMG white splashed baby butt.
I has looooong colty legs.
Bey, that's really sweet how you're not kicking the baby. Good girl.
Bey is still not delighted to have people near him just yet, but after a little while, he got curious and walked up to me on his own. Dear gods, what a sweet, docile little horse. I got a little bitty colt sniff and the opportunity to pet a very, very soft little nose. Yeah, I melted. Meanwhile, Bey and I exchanged a little nonverbal communication in which I explained that I had no intention of catching either of them, but that attempting to trample me would be highly unwise. She and I have an understanding about these things.
Bey was foaled when I was 12 years old, the same year my brother was born. Damn, that was a long time ago. (Bey, BTW, was not a particularly friendly baby. Cute as hell, though). My attitudinous little mare and I have grown up together in...well, attitude and stubbornness, I guess, but hey, we're good for each other. Still, the breathless elation and excitement of meeting one's new foal is pretty much the same emotion now as then. You kind of forget to breathe for awhile, but in a really nice way.
Of course there's a part of me that's groaning just thinking about all the huge amounts of work OMG that goes into rearing a young horse, and man, aren't I just now enjoying the rewards of Dancer the wonderful saddle horse, four years later? But it's so worth it. Raising a baby is pretty awesome. You know any training mistakes are yours and exactly how they were made, you really really get to know the animal, and then on a whole other plane, you get to be part of this:
I love the markings. That white tail is going to be very striking for the rest of his life. But right now, OMG white splashed baby butt.
I has looooong colty legs.
Bey, that's really sweet how you're not kicking the baby. Good girl.
