The foal whisperer lives

 When James was younger, he was a foal whisperer.

He was fairly neutral about adult horses. 

He liked them just fine, but they weren't his passion.

He'd go riding with me if he didn't have anything better to do.

But foals?

He was all about the foals.

And the foals were all about James.

I couldn't even touch this one, but there he was sleeping in James' lap.

The Foal Whisperer.

We have two new foals at the barn right now.

It should be three, but this year continues to be hard. Sorry, Fantasia.

After our visit with Winslow yesterday, I asked James if he would like to meet the foals. Of course, he said yes.

Diva's baby didn't bother to stand up when James approached.

James gave him a moment.

Then he slid right in.

The Foal Whisperer lives.

Aisha's filly is a lot less friendly, but he was able to put hands on her as well.

I wasn't, but he was.

The Foal Wisperer lives. I am so pleased.