Mother and foal

This afternoon Biskit and I took a stroll over the fields at the back of us.  The paddocks have been empty for a few years but today there was a mare with its colt. I say its colt, but it does look a but stocky so maybe the mare is on nanny duties.
 
This took me back some eleven plus years when I first walked Biskit around there.  Biskit was so small I had to lift him over clumps of grass.  There was a mare on nanny duties back then, and a beautiful chestnut foal, very young.  Biskit and the foal would sniff noses below the electric fence under the watchful eye of the mare.