On Memorial Day I got up early to take Joe to the High School because the marching band was participating in the day's festivities. As I drove in the driveway I noticed Mocha, one of our ponies in the yard. At her side was something small and brown. Was it a goat? No it was a colt! I immediately called Joe on his cell phone and said, "You won't believe what is in the yard." Then I went inside and told everyone else. Of course then we had to run outside, to great the baby and congratulate Mocha. The colt was very new - just a few hours old. He was very wobbly. We kept asking ourselves, when did she get pregnant? Who's the father? After all, we had Mocha at the boy Scout camp last summer.
Just a few weeks earlier, I had mentioned that Mocha looked pregnant. Dennis and Joe responded, "Gnaw she always looks fat." I didn't buy it, but it wasn't an argument I could win, so I let it go. Luckily, the night before, Dennis pulled Mocha out of the paddock with the other horses and made her a small pen in the shaded grass next to the house. It was a nice clean place to give birth and she was safe and sound all by herself.
A few weeks later, we had the vet out to check on another horse and we found out that our gelding pony Minor, wasn't a gelding at all. He still had one testicle. So he's the sire and now he really is a gelding. Mom and colt are doing well and have free run of the farm.
