Nell has her foal

As I walked out of the house this morning at about 5:35 having just slurped down two cups of coffee and devoured two eggs with toast I noticed that Deborah and Lisa were standing near the Champs pen with wrapped attention on something. I decide to investigate. As I walk closer Deborah turn to me slightly "Well she was pregnant". She was referring of course to Nell who was in with the Champ to keep him company. Nell had been a mystery, was she bred, was she not bred. It seemed like she might have a milk vein but it wasn't total convincing. Her utter looked bigger and she was rounder but she had always been a very big horse and had fooled the Maders before. I had thought that she was bred from the first time the idea was introduce. More so because I wanted her, arguably the best and must beautiful brood mare (in my opinion) in the herd, to have a foal then because of anything so trivial as evidence (although when ever I could find some I brought it up). In the pen with Nell was a new stud colt foal and a damn handsome one at that. He has a dark coat much like Starry Night and a blaze very much like the Champs but some what more shade shaped. It was a great start to the morning to watch that little colt suckle at his mama and take those slight unsteady steps. He made for the tenth surviving foal this year (the Maders aim for five "Thanks Champ"). All day as we toiled in the the garden my occasional breaks were spent starring at the colt and remark at how damn fine he was. "He'd made a damn fine stud prospect" David call to Deborah at some point in the morning. I didn't catch the look she gave but he quickly added "For someone else I mean". The more time I spend here the more I want to work with draft horse and the more I want to own a team or two or three of my own. Its been a long and curving that has brought me this far and to this place in life and I hope that I can walk the rest of it behind a team.