We had a baby.
Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I did not impregnate Mary again.
It is a baby horse, a very miniature Miniature filly.
Those little things are amazing. Unlike us humans, they’re walking within moments of being born. Of course, they’ve got a leg up on us. Actually, two legs.
It’s got to be easier to take those first steps when you’re born with four legs instead of two.
Baby horses will never know what it’s like to do the military crawl, dragging yourself across the floor with your elbows.
I will say this about horses, and all members of the animal kingdom, including us humans. There’s not much going on in those little brains but the first thing we all start looking for is nourishment. Our little mini wasn’t quite sure where to go, so she started out at her momma’s butt and had to be guided to the dairy section.
Our little mini, who my 6-year-old Sienna wants to name Luna or Stephanie, is a descendant of D.M. Starbuck Sonny, a multiple Roadster champion owned by Don Maas. Her pappy is very athletic, and she might be, too. She’s all legs and already has a longer inseam than I do.
We’ve had quite a few babies at the farm over the past few months, including baby chicks, baby ducks, baby turkeys and kittens.
This is our first baby horse in years.
It was an unplanned pregnancy. We geld all the stallions we get, but this papa’s little nuggets took a while to drop. Somewhere along the way, he had a one-night stand and, well, sometimes those can turn out like this one did.
Not every child is planned, but every one of them should be loved.
And this little gal is getting plenty of that.