Post by Fiachra Fitzsimmons on Feb 18, 2015 19:05:59 GMT -8
Fitz yawned as he walked across to the Evening Primrose barn. It had been a pretty busy morning, and though he knew he should be relaxing in the teachers' lounge, but while the sun had a little warmth in it, he wanted to take Pearl and her baby out for a little romp in the pastures.
He had arrived in the barn two days earlier to give Pearl her breakfast and muck the stall out and as he'd looked over the door to greet the mare, he's looked into the blue eyes of a splash faced chestnut foal. Since he hadn't been called, he assumed that the foaling had gone relatively smoothly, so he thanked Sir Solomon, and confirmation from the vet had settled any nerves he had, as the foal was healthy and nursing well from her dam.
Walking into the barn, he headed to the tack room and grabbed the rugs that belonged to his two girls and then headed down to the stall. He wasn't going to count on his luck about getting the filly to stand still long enough to put the rug on her, but at least Pearl would have the rug on.
Getting to the stall, he grabbed the mare's halter and entered. "Hello, love." He said as the mare shoved her nose into his chest and he rubbed her ears. He couldn't help but laugh when the filly let out a squeal and turned her back on him. He fitted Pearl's rug, not even bothering to try and corner the filly, so he just slipped Peal's halter in and led her out of the stall, knowing the baby would remain glued to her side.
It didn't take too long to get to the pastures and he unclipped the mare's rope as she gave an anxious whinny as her daughter took off across the pasture, revealing in her sudden found freedom. "There ya go, love." He laughed as Pearl took off after her daughter and quickly reprimanded her for running off.