18/11/2025
I watched a band of wild horses by the beach.
I saw one stallion, three mares — one of them pregnant — three yearlings, and one young foal.
It was interesting to watch the foal doing his own thing and not being glued to his mum. In fact, I was trying to guess who the mum was, and it wasn’t obvious at all. The foal was busy munching grass, and he had a little bonding moment with one of the yearlings.
The mare closest to the foal was the one who looked clearly pregnant. Another mare looked like she might have given birth not too long ago and she stayed within eye reach, while the last mare disappeared behind the hill at some stage.
I really wanted to stay longer — I was so close to them, just sitting in my car. I wanted to see if my guess was right about the foal’s mum. And honestly, I could happily spend hours watching them. But I had a busy day ahead of me and had to go.
This whole thing made me think about Brumby. That foal was about the same age as her. It was good to see how he was simply part of the herd and not attached to his mum the whole time. So Brumby having her herd, and then having us for her milk supply, isn’t too far from normal.
She won’t have other foals or yearlings to be with — that’s the one thing I can’t give her at this stage. And yes, she already follows me into the shed, the house, anywhere really, especially when she’s hungry. So I guess there won’t be much “desensitising” needed later on. (I’m using this term for lack of a better one — I’ll explain in another post why I don’t actually like it.)