It's that time of year. Where in the natural cycle of things the babies leave the nest. Figuratively speaking. Yesterday afternoon, I brought the horses in, tossed down some hay, caught Whiskey and loaded her up to take her away for a week or so. I thought things would be easier if they couldn't hear each other. My hope was that this would be the safest way to do things. After consulting with Rhonda and GB - very experienced breeders - the decision was made to take Whiskey to their stable. This would leave Guinness in a familiar environment with his buddy Bacardi.
As I drove off, Whiskey started to call and Bacardi answered but no one started to run around. At the stable Whiskey was a bit bug eyed but settled into her stall fairly easily. When I checked on Guinness and Bacardi they were both contentedly eating their hay.
"I guess I'm OK..."
"Where's my baby?"
"I guess I'll survive..."