qtrrae
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This morning when I went to the barn, Midnight, who is out in the pasture kept nickering and nickering - almost like she was calling for a foal. I figured she was just calling to the horses that were still in the barn. She came over to me like she was trying to tell me something.
I did check her udder and it is just starting to get full. I also checked her day's gestation and she is at 284 days - last year she foaled at 306 days.
She settled down and started eating hay, well I just came up from the barn and found a beautiful little golden palomino filly - I feel so bad for Midnight - it is almost like she was asking me for help this morning. I feel like I let her down - The foal looked perfect, the afterbirth was right there and the only way I could tell it was Midnight's is because she had some discharge on her tail.
I realize that the chances of it surviving at 284 days are mighty slim but I feel so upset with myself that I wasn't more tuned in to what Midnight was trying to tell me.
I did check her udder and it is just starting to get full. I also checked her day's gestation and she is at 284 days - last year she foaled at 306 days.
She settled down and started eating hay, well I just came up from the barn and found a beautiful little golden palomino filly - I feel so bad for Midnight - it is almost like she was asking me for help this morning. I feel like I let her down - The foal looked perfect, the afterbirth was right there and the only way I could tell it was Midnight's is because she had some discharge on her tail.
I realize that the chances of it surviving at 284 days are mighty slim but I feel so upset with myself that I wasn't more tuned in to what Midnight was trying to tell me.