baby horse and saying goodbye!

My time in southern england is coming to an end. It seems I have done the impossible while here, gotten an tan and eaten good food. I have met lots of friends here and hope I run into them again, on this global travelers highway. (I've have an open invitation to stay in a Buddhist temple in Korea!!!!!) Although leaving makes me all kinds of sad, im pumped about my next series of adventures. 3 days in Edinburgh ( yes please) then a night in Inverness (home to the loch ness monster!!!) Then some time in the highlands!!!! And with that comes my next story ..... Last night our mare had a male foal! I was pretty excited about it. As sick as it is, I wanted to be there when it happened just to see if I could make it through it. In the past I've been kinda queasy and I am happy to report I was there for the whole birth. From the first hoof coming out to his first steps about an hour later. The foal looks just like its mom, solid brown not a single white mark on him. We were eating dinner and saw the mare pawing the ground, then the contractions started (We have a CCTV of the mare's stable in the kitchen). We ran up to the stable and Tina was already there, on the ground, behind the horse with a catchers mit! Haha. I'd like to say that birth is an overall messy process, and I wouldn't wish that pain upon anyone...