Night Eleven

Night eleven. Wow, it’s eleven already. Anyway, still no foal.

Tardis has been very restless today though, all her veins are popping, the milk is running from her udder… any second now… fingers crossed that everything will go alright. I know I won’t miss spending all my time on my hay loft, keeping an eye on my pregnant mare, and I can’t wait to meet the foal.

On the plus side, I have finished writing my natural horsemanship book, My Heart, My Soul, My Star, My Endless Night. Now I just need to add the – hopefully- happy ending of Tardis’ foal being born and add and edit pictures, demonstrating the techniques I am describing.  It feels good, to have finally written that book. At long last, the story of my very troubled Poseidon is about to be told, not to mention everything I did wrong with him, and everything I learned how to do right in the end. The best teacher you can get, is really, your horse. Poseidon sure taught me as much as I taught him.

But, better run, better be off and wait for foalie to show up… getting closer, I hardly dare say it, for fear of jinxing it, but I am guessing it will be here tonight.


About Starstone

-Owned by horses. Writer, Photographer, Director, Musician.
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