Thursday, April 8, 2010
Uncle Fenway's Full Report
First, I looked for signs of impending labor. These included softening of the ligaments around the tail head, which I couldn't feel due to my having hooves but which I could see due to my having very big, good eyes. Imagine a typical fleshy goat butt tranformed into something more closely resembling a coat hanger.
Other signs were yawning (captured here on film) and stretching, or as some horseshow people like to say, "parking." This is something that Tennessee walking horses and valets do, but they do it differently. Missy stretched to facilitate the best positioning of her fetuses, while Tennessee walking horses stretch to give the impression of being long, to look easily mountable, or to hide leg flaws, depending on who you ask.
I haven't much time, for these little darlings require my adoring gaze, but let me end with this: Missy will raise her own babies, but the FarmWife and her larval humans will pass many happy moments with us in the paddock as they grow to weanable age. This will be of benefit to me as well as to them, for as we know there is nothing to rival the affectionate presence of my own dear FarmWife.
Yours, Fenway Bartholomule