But you’ll have to take my word for it, since we have absolutely no pictures. We visited a friend this weekend, two of whose mares had just foaled less than a week ago. Two little paint foals, mostly long legs and big heads dashing around the paddock, trying to figure out why mom was so attracted to that dry grass stuff, discovering that the clear liquid in the trough was okay, but not nearly as good as what came out of mom’s spigots, and basically figuing things out. Both moms a little nippy where the younglings were concerned, so we all kept our distance so as not to make them nervous.

I do wish I’d brought a camera.