Mules, redux
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pecuniumThis afternoon one of the workman putting up the block wall at the horses came by to say, "The horse, she is bringing her baby."
It seems that while we were working on the garden, and having reading and chatting that the other mare decided it was time.
Last night the predictor test said... 40 percent in the next 12 hours, and we decided to sleep, rather than have someone sit the night through (if it had been 60 percent, it would've meant sleeping in shifts).
We were thinking of running the test again this afternoon, but, alas, we didn't need to. I missed all of it... I was in the garden, and so the hurried cry on the intercom was unheard. I found out, after the foal was dropped, because I answered the phone, which reported, as though I was supposed to know what was going on, "It's a girl and we need some towels."
I managed to put 2+2 together and come up with some semblance of 4, (the message, Pat being on the phone, and the recent appearance of a stranger seemed to point to baby mule).
All is well, I got some pictures, but the digital camera is 200 miles away, so y'all will have to wait until I get the film processed, and scanned.
I did, for those who seemed interested, take some detail shots of the pads on her feet.
Names:
At present (and against my better judgement, but it isn't my foal, so my opinions are worth a bit more than the air I spend on them... at least as far as things like names go... on matters of more substance, where right/wrong, or even merely really feasible, vs. really hard, I get a bit more attention), the jack is named Cavort. What his barn name will end up being, who knows.
The new one (the molly) is probably going to be Flimisht, a yiddish word, meaning mixed up. If anyone can find a yiddish word for, "surprise" that might beat Flimisht, but at present neither dictionaries, nor the couple of native speakers of yiddish I know, know of any such word.
It seems that while we were working on the garden, and having reading and chatting that the other mare decided it was time.
Last night the predictor test said... 40 percent in the next 12 hours, and we decided to sleep, rather than have someone sit the night through (if it had been 60 percent, it would've meant sleeping in shifts).
We were thinking of running the test again this afternoon, but, alas, we didn't need to. I missed all of it... I was in the garden, and so the hurried cry on the intercom was unheard. I found out, after the foal was dropped, because I answered the phone, which reported, as though I was supposed to know what was going on, "It's a girl and we need some towels."
I managed to put 2+2 together and come up with some semblance of 4, (the message, Pat being on the phone, and the recent appearance of a stranger seemed to point to baby mule).
All is well, I got some pictures, but the digital camera is 200 miles away, so y'all will have to wait until I get the film processed, and scanned.
I did, for those who seemed interested, take some detail shots of the pads on her feet.
Names:
At present (and against my better judgement, but it isn't my foal, so my opinions are worth a bit more than the air I spend on them... at least as far as things like names go... on matters of more substance, where right/wrong, or even merely really feasible, vs. really hard, I get a bit more attention), the jack is named Cavort. What his barn name will end up being, who knows.
The new one (the molly) is probably going to be Flimisht, a yiddish word, meaning mixed up. If anyone can find a yiddish word for, "surprise" that might beat Flimisht, but at present neither dictionaries, nor the couple of native speakers of yiddish I know, know of any such word.
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:32 pm (UTC)