This is the story of a foal whose life began a little over a week ago.
As I sat on the grassy field I couldn’t help but reflect of my own experience as a mother with her new born. It’s amazed me to see how quickly this little foal grasped basic movements such as walking, and eating within a few short hours of his life. It was a joy to see him stretch his short neck, and bend his front legs to eat what few tall blades of grass there was. He watched his mother carefully, learning from her movements, body language and sounds. And nursed gingerly. Finally, walking alongside her protective flank.
And then there was the clown side of him with his legs, proportionately longer than his body, and his ears, pricked and larger than his head earning him the nickname Moose. His lean body not yet filled out sprang into action as his curiosity got the better of him and he began to play and kicked around the field.
I couldn’t help but giggle as he tried to eat the hem of my pants and gum my shoelaces. I watched with lovey dovey eyes as I took my camera to my eye to capture his beauty, his character and his inquisitiveness before him and his mom retreated back to the comfort of the warm barn for the evening.
It was indeed an honour to be able to spend a few precious hours late one afternoon and photograph this special time between him and his mother. The bond that they have formed is already strong and unbreakable.
Thank you little man for a perfect afternoon.
