Last night ..Matt.. and I stopped by his parent’s pasture.  A guy from ....Mexico.... is paying Dad to keep his horse there.  Turns out the horse was pregnant.  Yesterday, she had a foal.  Mom and Dad saw it yesterday, staying away to keep the mother horse from getting anxious.  I really wanted to pet the baby and concocted a plan…..

                When ..Matt.. and I walked through the gate, the mother horse was standing by the barn.  The baby was laying down.  He got up, legs wobbly, and chowed down as best he could.  Hard to get his neck at the right angle, coordinate sucking, while staying balanced. 

                While he ate, I walked so I was directly in front of the mother, but still several yards away.  She didn’t seem too worried about us, so I walked forward a few feet, hand extended, talking to her.  She walked toward me, sniffed my hand, and let me pet her face.  Poor horses had flies bugging them. 

                When the mother walked away a few feet, to crop some grass, the baby followed her.  I snagged some tall green grass, then approached her with my offering.  While she was eating the grass, the baby sniffed the grass, imitating his mom.  He also tried to scratch his ear with his hind leg, but could only lift it half way before he got too wobbly and had to set it down.  He was dark chestnut, with a cute little black tail and mane. 

                As I figured, the baby was curious about me, so he approached me.  He let me pet his soft head and neck.

                Heaven!

                We walked away, the horses followed, but we had to leave.

One of the top moments of my life.   Doubly sweet because this is where my husband proposed to me.