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She was born in the dark, in secret, at a time only the woodland creatures know of. Late day, this past Saturday (May 24 2008), as the herd ambled by the house on their way to graze and spend their evening in the far east sector of the property I noted how visible Belina's udder had become. (Her's is usually very high and tight and out of sight.) And then, as the herd picked up a mellow canter to take themselves ahead of the pesky flies, I noted that Belina could only manage a brisk trot. I remarked to Kevin, "This could be the night." I wished them all a good night's passing, sent out sensations of love and tried not to worry should Belina indeed deliver her foal overnight -- trusting nature's ways still is hard for me at times. Dawn came, but the horses did not. Breakfast was waiting for them but they were still off in the east sector of the property. I had a feeling... ...and with the assistance of binoculars Kevin and I could see a very small horse form among the dimly lit bodies of the rest of the herd. At least we were quite certain it was a horse... it surely looked small -- could it be a shadowy bush? It moved several feet, and bushes aren't know to perform ambulatory steps, so we were straight away off on a hike to greet the newcomer
Belina expresses her opinions much differently than does Bella. Bella is sweetly stoic but Belina is easily frightened, easily irritated and quick to show anger. Don't let her diminutive form deceive you, she's a wild cat when she feels her space has been inappropriately infringed upon and has sent big Jerry running off in the other direction on many occasions. Even so, if approached in the right way, Belina is an absolute darling and most appreciative of attention. It was no surprise to me then that Belina was especially protective of her foal, allowing only Altamiro to get in close with them, and even then, if he didn't go about it the right way, she'd give the stallion some strong words as only she can do. Altamiro is already so wise in the ways of appeasing the female gender and clearly knew how to go about things the right way so that Belina would accept his protection and assistance with the new filly. Of course, like you, I am wondering too... was Altamiro assisting with the birth of this foal, just as he did when Animado was born? Did Belina stay with the herd, or did she find a private place apart to deliver the tiny filly?
Not being able to touch her, or see much of her because of Belina's strict rules governing such things made it difficult to get a sense of what this filly wanted to be named. Yesterday morning, however, as I was thinking of how tiny, yet exquisitely proportioned this shy filly is, and watching her frolic in short gravity defying bursts of energy I thought she seemed like some wee magical woodland sprite. Without verbalizing this, I asked Kevin what this filly made him think of. He said, "She's a little sprite." And so she is! We've named her "Fada" which means "sprite or fairy" in Portuguese. This morning, the little fairy made contact with Lynne the human... it was all the more special for having to wait four days. While Belina was enjoying her special breakfast of oats, alfalfa cubes and apple slices, Fada ventured out a miniscule muzzle to first sniff and then fumble with the sweatered sleeve of yours truly. After a a minute or so of this, I resisted reaching out to touch her back -- instead I stepped back one step. Can you guess what happened? Fada stepped well forward and put her head against my leg, prodding me. It was then I reached down and got to caress and itch a woodland sprite, who happened to have an especially itchy spot in the center of her little chest and was delighted to know I could help her relieve that itch. Heaven is not some far off place that you need to die to get to see... heaven is here and now. Article and Photos by Lynne Gerard, Web page by MyHorse.ca |
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