Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful. We were getting ready for church services when the phone rang. It was the neighbor across the street. Randy answered and the conversation lasted about 10 seconds. He turned to me and said, "Do you care if Kilee sees a horse being born?"
So, Kilee, Randy, Tanner, and McKay jumped in the truck and drove across the road. I realize that sounds funny, but across the road isn't just across the road. It's down the lane, over a canal, up the road to the neighbor's driveway. Then walk back to the pasture which is just across the road.
The rest of us ran upstairs to Braxton's room and watched out the window with binoculars. That would be my daughter in her white skirt in the middle of a pasture full of horse manure. Just in case you think they have a bird's eye view of the festivities, here's a picture where I didn't zoom as much.
The horse is over there on the left. Dusty, the owner, is just a few feet away from the horse and the crowd is over there on the right.
This is the part where I'm feeling pretty bad for that momma.
Then she's done and there's a baby on the ground.
Can I take just a minute and point out that Dusty still has a Coke in his hand?
And there's the momma with her baby. Pretty worn out if you ask me.
And there's Dusty's Coke on the post.
Later, Tanner reported that it "was really neat and REALLY disgusting."
1 comment:
The best part is when they stand on their wobble legs for the first time and figure out what to do. Baby horses are the cutest.
Post a Comment