Notes from an old journal:
“4/27/07: Tempo’s foal was here to greet us. Looks like it will be bay, has one white stocking on hind leg. Filly, younger than Diamond’s was, so probably only a couple of hours old. Seems to be having trouble latching on to teat (around 8 a.m.) I have no idea what to name her. Tempo didn’t wax or show any signs of labor [yesterday]. Filly is beautiful, dark, mysterious.”
Here are a few photos from Zil’s first hours and days of life…
This is how I started calling her “little Zil”!
The little girl was very curious, and rightly so. Tempo, having been a broodmare, was an experienced mother. Independent and very protective of Zil, Tempo often found a way to break out of the pen at night, no matter what we did to secure it, and packed Zil off to the lush, grassy north end of the property, and then didn’t let anyone get near her precious baby. They were allowed to stay for days, as they were safe and Tempo needed the pasture time anyway (but I didn’t even get to imprint with Zil or even dip her little umbilical stub in iodine! horrors!). I wonder if that solitude is an Arab thing. We had several babies that year, and no other mamas acted this way. Anyhow, this made early bonding very difficult. Zil has always been the most stand-offish of our few homegrown.
I titled them after my favorite Breyer horses, the Proud Arabian Mare and Foal set. Tempo my pride, and Zil my joy.
Couldn’t get enough nursing pictures, I guess.
so we better quit for now. 🙂