I started to think about a post at 6AM. I selected photos, then never put it into words. A short while ago I thought about another post. Selected a photo, then never put it into words. I guess I just didn't feel like it. Instead of anything long and wordy, I am going to post this fun photo of our very first Morgan foal born to our farm. This was 10 years ago. His barn name (different than registered name) was/is Tommy and he was delightful to raise. He was always sticking his nose in everyone else's business, annoying the other mares, and wanting to play with the other foals all the time. He now lives about 2 miles from here and is loved like crazy by his girl. How could you help falling in love with a new foal? They are incredible.
Sharing with Shirley's new Horse Wednesday
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Baby, it's been cold outside. I know, not Iowa cold or Upstate New York cold, but cold still the same. Merry Winter!