Introducing Adam born Wed night May 3rd at suppertime. His sire is CF Heat Wave and dam Sculpted With Love. I looked out the window in time to see Carrie go down outside, burned down the hill at warp ten and figured if I got her on the front lawn to foal it would beat trying to get a new foal thru the gate with all the other mares wanting to help. She was so good, we made it to the barn, with one foot out and down she went and out came Adam in the stall where he belonged. I headed off for surgery the next morning without spending much time with him. Like he cares, he is on the move constantly now he is back out in the field. Registered name is still under discussion.

Home from surgery on Friday looking very spiffy, with technicolor eye and fat nose and mouth - I am in a supervisory role with Bruce doing the slave labor for the weekend. Iknowimfancy, our big, beautiful black mare is next up to foal she decides, but, you have to work to catch me she says. We get her in the barn Saturday night, in the foaling stall with the camera on and she spends the night glued to the side wall right under the camera out of sight. Sunday morning at 6 am, she moves out into the middle of the stall, lies down and starts foaling. And with a little help from Bruce delivers a huge bay filly by HBF Iron Man who wants up NOW and wants to eat NOW. She is trying to get up and eat before her back legs are out totally. She is very, very, very tall even down on her ankles behind so no px until she gets her legs better organized but the rest of her is pretty darn nice. So check back to see what she looks like - the wait is worth it.

Bruce is also doing chores - notices that Ashley is down acting like she would like to foal today as well so he hustles her up to the barn. She is so loose that if she turns fast, her foal should just slide out on its own. We're still waiting --------

UPDATE

Well early this spring poor Street was diagnosed with a tumor on her trachea which meant she is breathing thru a hole the size of a pencil and when you're 16.3 that is simply not enough. Given her age and severity of the tumor, it can't be operated on so Charles says to put her on steroids and hope they keep the tumor under control until she foals. Street seems to sense that her daily medicine is helping her so is very good about taking it. We also wanted her to foal outside due to potential dust in the barn. And she was so cooperative, I left for a couple of hours on a warm sunny afternoon, May 10th and came home to find she had foaled - a lovely grulla filly by Far Ute Finale. Baby was dry, investigating her new world- good deal. I left them by the round bale in teh sun. When my daughter arrived I got her to help me get them to the barn where I discovered Street had no bag, no milk. PANIC TIME!! We were so worried about her living long enough to foal, we kinda forgot about after ---- so after frantic phone calls to every vet in the area and friends, we got some colostrum from Gary and Patty Westergaard and a bag of plasma from Dylan Buss, DVM on his way home at 9 pm. Thanks to Karen W. reminding me about domperidone to hopefully bring her milk in. So, it was a long night, and to add to the mess, Street wouldn't clean. "Special" was looking a little perkier though. She was basically hide over bones when born.
Next morning Charles comes out, we get the afterbirth out of Street with a lot of work and put her on bute and pencillin. I'm thinking her milk must taste like a chemical cocktail but "Special" is drinking it happily now.

As I write this on May 28th, Street and Special are out with Chickie and Angie - her two senior citizen buddies - Street is eating better with company, Special is stretching her long legs, gaining weight daily and beginning to eat oats. Every day that Street lives is a bonus for her foal and us and she is one tough old broad to be mothering this foal so well and we are so grateful to her.

Introducing Clark Kent so named because he is either meek and shy about coming up to you or flying thru the air to be the first to meet you at the gate.

Ashley did a repeat of her last year sneaky foaling. No signs, no warning so she is out in the field with Artie and the other mares and when I go down to give them their morning grain - Clark is dry, eating, following mom around like a good boy. So after checking him all over and marvelling at his funky face markings leave them out in the field. Foaling doesn't get any easier than this.
 

So we only have one mare left to foal, Maci, the Real Bonanza daughter and she is working away at getting closer, bag is getting fuller, tits are filling nicely and she is softening behind. I hope she doesn't foal while I'm at workshop in Fort Worth at the end of May. We'll keep you posted.