New arrival

For months, we've been watching the two pregnant mares in the front pasture getting bigger...

and bigger...

and bigger!

I took these pictures on Tuesday.

Glamour was so big and so uncomfortable.

We knew she had to be close.

When I got to the barn yesterday, only one mare was in the field. I fed and turned out Sage, then hurried up to the show barn. I peeked into the foaling stall...

Well, hello there!

What a big, beautiful boy!

I let myself into the stall and spent some quiet time with mother and son.

After awhile, the barn - and mare - owner made an appearance. I offered her my congratulations. She handed me a halter. 

"Put that on the foal," she said. "We'll take them outside."

It's been a long time since I've walked a baby this fresh. Fortunately, I remembered how to do it.

I led him out of the stall, out of the barn, down the hill, between the pastures and then - finally! - into the baby pen.

Linda told me it was the best newborn walk she'd ever seen. High praise - probably  exaggerated - but I'll take it. 

The rest of my barn time was spent watching the foal.

Mine and everyone else's.

Nothing brings work to a screeching halt like a new baby horse!

The next few pictures were taken today. Everyone's doing fine.

Baby's still figuring out his legs.

It's exhausting.

Utterly slempt.

Good job, Glamour.

Okay, Nefertiti.

It's your turn now.