Every day, I go down the bottom field to visit my pregnant Icelandic mare ladies.
Firstly, to keep Brá in her routine of being used to having a headcollar put on every day….
(she would like to be feral if she could – I am generously putting this down to her hormones)
… Secondly, to see how the ladies are feeling (and I clean their eyes with cottonwool pads soaked in cold tea as they tend to be gooby as their winter facial fur falls out) ….
… and thirdly, for the daily bewb-check.
The top ones are Brá‘s and seem a bit more advanced than Hetja’s (bottom pic), which is strange as Hetja is due a week earlier than Brá.
The Icelandic girls are nearing their time and now it is becoming a reality.
They are not due quite yet but today, I put my hand on Hetja’s flank and felt a little foal kick! My first time ever.
My heart melted. It was a magical moment and one I have never experienced.
Obviously, the midwives are on hand, ready and waiting.
And, obviously, as the time gets nearer, Daisy and I will be on hand too. We are just not quite at that point yet and no one needs us.
Ooooh, exciting times ahead.