Is She or Isn't She?

Years ago, someone turned out a yearling colt with my mare, Amy. A year later, she surprised us by foaling a colt that my sister kept and named Rusty.

As you might imagine, I have been a bit wary of dealing with colts ever since.

Tim is an excellent horseman and knows what he is doing. Still, when Snickerdoodle was put out with Abby, Amy's unexpected foal came to mind. Snickerdoodle's been gelded, but I really don't know when that happened as my summer was so crazy with my mother and mother-in-law both dying and my spinal fusion surgery. Worrying about Snicker's "status" just hasn't been a priority.

Still, there's a part of me that hopes that maybe Abby could be in foal. I would never deliberately breed her, nice as she is, because I no longer have the time or energy to train a baby.

But, were she to become pregnant accidentally like Amy did, that's a different story. I would welcome and keep her foal.

 And so I am watching her belly carefully even though it's early days yet.

 I view her from the back...

... and the side/back, just in case.

There's a part of me wistfully hoping that Abby might be in foal, and then the more rational part of me steps in and remembers that the chances are very, very low.

Whatever happens, happens. But I'll admit that my fingers are just occasionally crossed that a baby might be on the way.