Three is the magic number

When we realized that Cessa had dropped a black colt, there was a long talk had with my husband.  He's not really... horsey.  We don't actually need a third horse - it's more expense, and if he drops out on me, then I've got three animals to try and interact with.  That's not as big a deal right now, but later when they're all under saddle?  There's only one of me!

Yeahhh, wanna guess who lost that discussion?  Much to the total lack of surprise of my barn friends?  lol

So, Bishop is staying.  He's adorable and mouthy as hell (baby, boy, and seems to be a trait Daddy passes on) right now.  No idea what his registered name is gonna be yet, but the balls come off in about a month.

And now that he's out in the paddock, I can get decent pictures!

If only that stupid weed wasn't there!

Not sure why you're still holding me still...

He's kind of an awkward browny-blacky color right now thanks to the foal coat.

Whaaaat is the clicky thing?

Also... y'all, my mare is almost normal horse-sized again.  lol Still not exactly svelte, but not a complete whale!

Ok, now lose more weight so we can actually find your ribs and something resembling a waist...

Surprise!

 

Well, my morning was exciting - how was everyone else's?  lol

Let me start off with the most important details first: it's a boy!  Earlier than expected!  Solid black, with a blaze like a stick with a crescent moon on the top.  As of when I left, he'd done all the things except pee; he gets his IGG check tomorrow, but at this point he seems to be happy and healthy.  At least at the moment, we're calling him Bishop (daddy has a chess-themed name).

Now... details? :)

First of all, can I just say that text chats when the BOs are nocturnal and you're not and the mare has the baby first thing in the morning are fucking hilarious?  Like... this morning's was a picture of Cessa with a white stripe behind her butt, followed by a series of, "Wait, what?", "Is that... a baby?", "I don't know, we're getting pants on to go check," and "Are you even kidding me?" messages.  Which I'll grant you is far more coherent than the last time, when there were five different "baby"s in the chat, with various punctuation, before any of us managed more words, but still pretty damn funny.

We weren't expecting Cessa to foal for another couple of weeks!  She's been in the barn and under camera for a while anyway, because it's been raining constantly and it's way easier to leave her in the stall for vet visits, and because she passed 320 days about a week ago.

So this morning... the BOs went to bed; I got up.  Half an hour after they'd gone to bed, one of them got up and happened to walk past the cameras just in time to see baby boy sitting up out of the bag.

Cue hilarious text messages.

I called in sick - which I'd actually been considering that before realizing there was a baby, because my ridiculous dog decided to refuse to poop until 5 AM this morning and if there had been a chat bubble over my head, it would have just said "..." - and drove up there, and we all sat around chatting and watching momma and baby do momma and baby things until he'd hit most of the milestones and we were all varying levels of "ready for bed" and "starving."

We were all hoping for a girl, except for my husband, who was hoping for... a black boy.  lol So more to come on whether this little guy gets sold or stays...