Mother was eating but she was ready to go.
She rolled a few times
She took herself away from the herd to be by herself.
Her tail was elevated (we had put her in small old drystone walled garden).
We hid and watched through the holes in the wall as this mare is not a people-person.
She lay on her side and the feet started to emerge.
She pushed and pushed.
Despite the pushing, nothing much moved.
She knew she needed help so Bjørn, her owner, went in.
The mare worked with Bjørn and together she had contractions, while he pulled.
Bjørn cleared the bag from the foal’s mouth so it could breathe on it’s own.
A contraction = Bjørn pulling the foal gently out inch by inch. He needed to be there to help the foal out. A big foal who would have resulted in the mare being exhausted trying to give birth to it on her own.
And there he is. A little palomino and white colt foal has arrived into this world.
Bjørn backs off and leaves mother and son to become acquainted.
Cleaning up and imprinting.
The little colt’s first attempt at standing. Nature dictates that he tries to stand almost immediately.
A few more uterine contractions and “the bag” will be expelled as well.
I returned 3 hours later and the bag was on the ground, the colt foal was standing and mother was very proud of her foal, ie no one going near him.
I will never forget watching this foal being born. Totally magical.
You know me, I took lots of photos so I will try and make them into a mini film when I have some time.
Hello, little foal. You are truly beautiful and I love you already.