Tuesday last week, my brother in law discovered one of his ponies had given birth over night. I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the young foal when it was less than 12 hours old, and it was an amazing sight. I saw the spot where it had been born, still full of signs that a birth had recently taken place, and the fiercely protective mother watching over her baby while it still wasn’t capable of standing up straight. I heard the sounds she made to communicate with her newborn, and witnessed how utterly dependent he was on her at this extremely vulnerable stage of his life. As I walked into this beautiful scene, I found myself in complete awe of nature, and what it is capable of achieving. I also realised in that moment how similar all species are, and that we share so much more than we’ll probably ever fully understand.
When I came back the following day (equipped with a camera), the foal was already running around, teasing his mum to chase him, which she did because she is, after all, a worried mother. It’s been wonderful to observe his development over the last few days, and witness the miracle new life really is.