The Girls Have Been Busy

I spent some time out in the mare and foal pasture last Friday, with the little guy above celebrating his 8th day on the planet. At eight days, he is already the largest of the four foals, larger even than Dublin, who is two months old. His momma is 1/2 draft, 1/2 Appaloosa. His dad is Ragtime, Kim's paint stallion. So far he's sweet, nameless, and potentially huge.

The other two new arrivals are equally handsome, and would seem large if not being compared to Little Big Man above.

Fargo, a buckskin paint and Tulsa, with her mom Malibu, who could end up black.

As I sat in the pasture, these two headed over to investigate a person sitting on the ground. I lay back in the grass and they slowly sniffed me, then started nibbling. I wrestled them for a couple minutes, then got up before things got too out of hand. Given the chance, Darby would point out how unusual that is for me. I usually wait til things are well out of hand. But she'll have to get her own blog if she wants to start making cracks like that.

Another mother has been busy, too. There is a family of foxes about 100 yards behind the studio. Originally three babies, now down to two. Very entertaining to watch, and I am sure it won't be long before they just seem to disappear one day.

Foxes. The fox I'm most fond of. It's really tempting to use this as a really bad segue into wishing my wife happy birthday. OK, so I just did. And referred to her as a fox. And she is. Happy 43rd, Darby.

Art related posts are perking. Several paintings, as well as some thoughts on my ongoing evolution.