OK, remember how I bred Piper and it was all confirmed and junk? Well, I didn't have much else to say except my tiny mare got hella big and nothing remarkable was happening until the end. My plan was to foal her out at the house but as the time got closer, I remembered my traumatic past history of breeding issues and the million ways this could go wrong. I also had some money to make my life easier and also... everyone was posting online that they were foaling out at Granada so I had to check it out at least. Also, it occurred to me that I was scheduled to be out of town the next three weekends and it didn't seem fair to put this on hubby.
I might've been panicking a little.
So Granada foals your mare out for like $400 and board. What? $400 for someone else to get covered in goo AND a vet is on staff 24/7? Yasssss.
Piper was loaded up with Nigel (on that disastrous day) and a coggins was yanked before I drove her straight to them to settle in. I figured I had a week or two before she went, but true to Piper, I dropped her off on Monday and she foaled on Friday. If you're keeping track, that was the day I LEFT for the Schiller clinic with Arthur so WHEW. I got the message about the foal late that night and it said something about a sorrel colt. Bummer, a colt but whatever. And sorrel?? They must've just be talking about his base color and not thoroughly checking him out for white. He has at LEAST a 66% chance for color so yeah. OBVIOUS OVERSIGHT.
Quarter Horse people.
I had called during the weekend to ask about the colt, mare, and his lack of coloring and they confirmed he was totally plain save for a white star on his head. Way to go genetics.
I finish up my Schiller weekend and head out that Monday (he was born Friday) to meet the little beastie. I'm not used to baby horses so naturally my anxiety strikes and I'm sure I'm in over my head but soldier through. I'm SURE I'm going to find a spot of white under him or SOMETHING so I'm prepping plans in my head for wrangling the thing - something I've never done before. Over the weekend though my brain had him named as an Edison, so I was like FINE let's see this thing.
As I near the stall I see Piper eating (what else would she do), and this TINY little deer looking thing laying in the straw and I think CRAP! He's a mini! Then he stands up. Well, unfolds is way more accurate and he's basically level with her shoulders. Dude. Daddy long legs horse! The rest of his body is really nice and its clear he got the best parts of both parents. He's wary from the crew that's normally around (they just tackle and treat them, no petting, playing, etc) but I work softly and purposefully with him and he gets it. Like.. SERIOUSLY GETS THINGS. There's no refusal just compliance and when there's an issue, he's willing to find the solution.
Maybe there's something to this blank slate idea.
I'm on my phone playing with pictures and such after working with him a little and he keeps coming over for scratches. Finally at the end, he comes over and sticks his butt at me. I'm sure this is where my tiny foal kicks me in the head and I die in a foaling stall but nope. He chose to lay down next to me and nap.
And yes, he's an Edison <3