When the baby is a surprise

I do a little bit of horse rescuing. Just what I can afford in time and money. I focus on athletic looking horses (or ponies) that deserve a second chance. Last summer I saved a beautiful black "Welsh" looking pony mare. I named her Darcy. She turned out to be a little challenging (frightened of people, mainly) but manageable.

Ten months later, when the vet was visiting, I asked if she thought Darcy looked, well, pregnant. She thought maybe, but maybe just normal pudgy pony shape. A week later it was crystal clear: Darcy was pregnant. The large udder was a dead giveaway.

I was not ready. At all. Never, ever, ever thought about having a baby on the farm. Not ready.

Darcy went to the vet's nursery to have her baby onsite at their facility. That was a Tuesday. On Sunday morning, I got the call: Darcy had a baby girl. The cutest buff colored angel. I named her Buffy. My life has been changed forever.