Where's Trixi?

We hung on the fence looking at the mare and the foal. They were bays. The sun made their coats look lighter than they really were. I could have sworn the mare smiled at us thinking how goofy we were. Just another pair of yearlings making fools out of ourselves over the new arrival.

The baby was nursing, looking as if its tail was a propeller and it was going to take off butt first. It was so solidly attached to Mama's teat it would never have gotten any real height but it would have been even more charming.

Mama flicked an ear at us and went back to grazing. I think she chucked occasional as Trixi and I took pictures and planned a wild rocket to fame racing life for this foal that looked all legs and knees and frantic tail.