On a clear night, when the moon is full – or near to – the night can be like daytime at Rosemary Farm. Such was the case Sunday night. So around eleven o’clock we took a walk down the hill to Middle Earth to see the small herd in the field. We do this often, but now with Molly so close to foaling we do it regularly. Sunday evening was particularly beautiful; warm and clear with a soft breeze and deep moon shadows. We brought some grain with us for the horse and call to them as we walked the path to the pasture.

Hello Jack. Hi Heidi. That’s a good boy Dash. Where’s Molly? We shake the grain bucket. Molly?

I shined the flashlight out across the long field. Her black figure appeared like a standing shadow against the silhouette of the trees. But there was something different. She was thinner. And there from between her legs we could see behind her four smaller, long, thin, wobbly legs.

We approached her with caution. She turned to greet us and walking around her came Baby Buckaroo. At one hour old, he was standing and walking tall and strong and just cute as the day he was born!

We stayed in the field for about an hour watching mother and child. We did not get too close so as not to upset Molly. Baby Buckaroo bounced around his mother under the starry summer night sky, nursing and looking out at at a world brand new to him. We decided to leave them there in the field where they seemed most comfortable and safe with their small herd nearby.

The next morning we woke up early and ran down to the field to welcome Baby Buckaroo to Rosemary Farm.

Baby Buckaroo

Molly and Baby Buckaroo