This little foal sure was feeling his oats the other day when I took these photos. Not that he's eating oats yet. It's just what we say when they're kicking up their heels like this. And that's not all he was up to.
He was running all over the paddock, and trying to get others to follow in his footsteps. But nobody else could outrun him today. He could be a future Derby winner, don't you think?
I took these pictures on Sunday afternoon from the fencerail at the edge of our backyard. I hobbled all the way out there for the sake of my blog. No, really, it wasn't all that difficult. I was doing quite fine, really. Sunday was chilly with intermittent sunshine and was a perfect day for a foal to play.
Well, every day's a perfect day for a foal to play. They play in the rain, in the sun, in their sleep.
Nah, not really in their sleep. I'm just making sure you're still with me.
If I'm having a bad day, or feel down, and I see the foals running and cavorting like this, it always, without fail, puts a silly smile on my face. And you know what?
And this little fella with his spunk and his grit is sure cheering me up. I also love using the word cavorting whenever I'm able to do so.