We knew we had an ice storm coming, so we prepared accordingly. We got as much work done at the "other" house as we could, and got in ample supplies for the horses before dark yesterday. And yes, we were iced in this morning. I kept having a funny feeling, and peering out the windows, looking for Magic the pony, who was due to foal 8 days ago. Kept not seeing her. I put on Alex's Carhartt jacket (good GOSH those things are warm!) over my pajama pants and t-shirt and called to Alex, "I'm suitin' up!" He asked, "Where are you going?" and I just vaguely answered, "I have a feeling..."
Sure enough, as I headed up the driveway, all the horses appeared, and made their way down toward me. But no Magic. Now I KNEW. Went into the pasture, and started a climb up the icy hill that I knew was fertile ground for one of those video clip shows where you laugh at people getting horribly injured. Got up to the very top, and finally found her, and her little surprise.It's a filly (a girl), and appears to be a black & white pinto (spotted). At least in Arabians, this mousy-brown-gray color at birth gives way to black, and with a black mother and a chestnut pinto father, I would expect black, bay, or chestnut, and this doesn't look like bay or chestnut.
Magic was very smart to find a huge pile of leaves that had "drifted" up against the fence, to make a more hospitable environment for her baby than all that hard, cold ice. But I wanted to move them somewhere even more comfy, so tucked the camera into the inside pocket of Alex's wonderful jacket, picked up the baby and headed down the icy hill, again thinking it was too bad no one had a video camera going.
Apparently, Magic missed this somehow, and flew into a panic searching for her suddenly missing baby. I called and called, but she was beside herself. So I set the baby down on the driveway, and headed for the house to enlist the help of my husband. Tiny little newborn feet clip-clopped along right behind me as I went. I stepped a few feet into the house, called Alex, and shed his jacket so he could have it, because I was way past warmed up by then. By the time he got into the room, the little toot of a baby pony had actually followed me into the house. Long story short, I turned the foal-totin' over to Alex, and we did finally get Mom and Baby reunited, and snugly bedded down in what used to be a puppymiller's "OB Ward." What was once a sad little outdoor holding cell for dogs and puppies became a perfectly down-sized "barn" for a pony and child. A good, wholesome "cleansing."More pictures are up on this flickr page.