Happy One Month Birthday Sir Prize

It's hard to believe that one month ago today at 5:30am, little Sir Prize came into this world. I have to laugh at myself for not knowing what sex Prize was at first. Our poor vet answered so many of our phone calls throughout the day. I owe them big time. I'll admit that I don't know everything about horses. Heck, I'm finding that I know less and less as each day goes by.

Prize has grown so much over the past month. He went from the little colt who couldn't/wouldn't stand for the first 12 hours of his life to a colt that runs for the sheer joy of running. Luckily Savanna has calmed down about keeping such a close eye on Prize.

Prize runs from Savanna's side, through the pasture, and in to the barn. He'll stand in the barn for about a minute, and then come loping out, through the pasture, and back to Savanna. If Prize is in the barn for too long, Savanna while trot into the barn. But the longer Prize runs around, the more relaxed Savanna is getting.

Prize is learning the art of eating grass, hay, and grain. It's a bit tricky for him. His little neck doesn't reach the ground so he's gotten smart. I've seen other foals stretch their legs so they could reach the ground. Prize decided that instead, he'll just buckle/bend his legs a little to lower his entire front half so he can reach the ground. I'm sure other foals do the same thing but this is the first time to have a foal on the place. Mayhem was three months old when we first brought her home so she had already discovered the art of eating.

Prize is still the soft mousy gray. I'm sure when he sheds he'll turn into a beautiful black. I don't know if he'll be like Savanna and Sahara and have a touch of brown around his muzzle. I'm guessing not. I'm sort of hoping he'll stay this mousy gray. It's so pretty on him.

Now that Savanna is allowing me to touch her, I hope that I can start working with Prize. Last night I ran a soft brush over Savanna. She's still so very thin that I don't want to put any pressure on her body. Her hide is still stretched over bones. She apparently is producing enough milk; otherwise Prize wouldn't be running and rearing through the pasture like he is. I guess I'm just being over protective of the "kids".

I know the focus of Borderlands is on the older horses. But Prize has really lifted my spirits. It's so hard to watch "my kids" grow old. So watching Prize discover everything for the first time in amazement lifts my spirits. It makes me think that I want to open a second program at Borderlands. Maybe after we become non-profit, I can focus on a couple different programs. Until then, I guess I'll just enjoy Prize and the many days of loping through the pasture. He's growing like a weed these days. He no longer can walk under Savanna's belly. Of course, he no longer wants to walk anywhere. Hopefully tonight I'll have time to take some pictures of Prize. Watching him grow fascinates me.

Happy One Month Birthday Prize!