Sabre.
Despite all my attempts at planning, after making sure Reba had a finished stall, after making a special trip to buy straw, bringing them in every day, making a trip out to the barn before bed each night, checking her udder, back end, belly sounds, etc, etc, etc.
She had the foal in the middle of the day, when nobody was around...
In the middle of a big puddle of mud...
Sigh.
Got milk?
These pictures were all taken the morning after he was born, so he's less than 18 hours old.
As you can see he's already full of beans!
It's like trying to hold down a whitetailed deer.
