Archive for May 8th, 2005
Sunday, May 8th, 2005Mother and Daughter
The fog rolled through the pasture, formed a wet blanket on the ground.
“There it goes again.” I placed a hand on the mare’s side and felt the baby kick.
“She’ll deliver tonight,” Dwayne said.
The next morning, I drove to the ranch. In the paddock the mare tossed her head. And there was the baby. Long legs, huge ears, silky hair. It nuzzled my outstretched hand. Carla opened the paddock gate and Mama whinnied, whirled, nudged the baby forward. They trotted through the gate, mother and daughter, into the green mist of the pasture.