You know when you’re waiting for popcorn to pop, it seems to take forever, then all of a sudden there are kernels exploding everywhere. This year’s foaling has been like that for us. Last Sunday afternoon, then early Monday morning then Thursday morning and now Sunday morning. Taylor presented us with a perfect filly by Talib, a couple of weeks ahead of time. Now we’re just waiting on Lacey for another Talib foal.
To quote childrens’ author Judith Viorst, Saturday had been a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day”. It started with me off to Wetaskiwin to buy farm supplies where I discovered I’d left my purse at home. Then on further south for an Anivac demonstration where I had hoped to close a sale. My shortcut home turned into a “longcut” during which the Anivac I had in the box bounced out onto the highway. Then I had to return to Wetaskiwin to get my lumber and farm supplies which most of which weren’t in stock. I was on my own, as Glen was at a music camp. By the time I got chores done and checked the mares, I was cooked.
Neither of the remaining mares seemed imminent, so I slept in. It was almost noon by the time I worked my way over to the “maternity ward” and there she was. The dogs had been out, so no surprise I couldn’t find the afterbirth. Baby was dry and down, but had obviously been up and nursing. It wasn’t the warmest day out, but everything was OK. I tried to give Taylor Oxytocin in case she hadn’t completely cleaned, but when she saw me return with a purpose there was no way I was going to get close to her.
Baby didn’t have a name until this morning when I dreamed it in those few extra minutes between alarm and giving into the inevitable. So we welcome Razzmatazz. Taylor has now figured out how to be a mom, something she didn’t quite completely get until Cover Girl was almost weaned. AND… another straight legged colt from the acute angular limb deformity that earns Taylor no second looks. I had a feeling she was the sleeper as a producer.