No such luck - between her friends that were out of sight and the banging, booming and whizzing of fireworks, she ended up in the foaling stall with a small run. I spent the first half of the night alternating between sitting by her stall and heading inside to get some R and R. The other horses liked me being out there too - they kept watching me and asking if the world was ending.
Usually I have a group of people to help spell me, but the timing didn't work out this time, so my husband Larry checked on her for a few hours while I got a little nap in between booms.
I sat out in the barn in the morning calm (around 5:30 am) and she was pacing but not seeming like she was going to foal immediately. So, around 6ish I headed inside and grabbed a few more minutes of sleep and then did some email until Larry came running in (he'd been starting to feed the horses) and shouted "The baby is here!"
I threw on some clothes and ran outside; the foal had just arrived, but hadn't stood up yet. I did the most important thing....checked the sex. Sigh. I've been joking that I never get what I wish for, so this time I wished for a bay colt. Should have wished for that buckskin filly, I guess!
But, he's gorgeous, big and very robust.
Look at those long, long legs! Yes, he has a little bit of blood on them, but mama took care of that pretty quickly
Tulah getting to know her boy. She did very well, especially for a maiden mare. Guess the older ladies have been giving her tips.
He hadn't found the milk bar yet, and was exploring everywhere, including mom's muzzle.
As I got to listen to rockets, whizzers, booms and bangs all night, his barn name is Rocket. Also, he got up in less than a half hour (which is really good) and was nursing in less than an hour. All excellent. I will have to think of a 'real' name for him befitting his heritage.
And, as he's a colt, he's for sale. Glad I have another one for sale, but I sure wish he was that fabled filly...