May 26, 2019
Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial beginning of summer. The last foal was born at the barn a week ago around 8:30 a.m. A filly, she is a cute little creature, dusty brown with three white stockings and a white blaze with a distinctive brown spot above her right eye. She managed to cut her leg after only three days, so not sure if she has four white socks or three. A tiny thing, she stumbles around awkwardly on her bandaged leg, exploring everything – which is probably how she got injured.
I first saw the filly only hours after she was born, lying in a corner of the shed under Kai’s watchful eye. Her mother, Kai, is very protective, or was at first. Willis and I rode back into the fields a few days after she was born and Kai pinned her ears back when she saw us. Since then both have become friendlier, walking up to the gate to sniff or be petted.
The wildflowers still bloom along Blake Manor, a combination of yellow, purple and red. Coneflowers, Black-eyed Susans, Indian Blankets, a red flower and a purple flower I don’t know. They seem to bloom in waves, so beautiful swaying in the wind.
– Christine Baleshta