At the Equestrian Center where we are surrounded
by the big horses ... the 17-18 hand warmbloods,
the Friesians with their thundering hooves,
... all was quiet at the far end of the barn.
People were whispering,
children were standing on feed buckets
straining to see over the stall door.
This was an event.
We'd waited far too long, or so we thought.
But a few days ago,
bright and early in the morning
a tiny miniature foal finally arrived
into our world.
Interesting how this little thing
has stolen the show from the big boys.
He's a cute one!