We crouched quietly just outside of the stall. The baby, Tavish, dozed peacefully in the straw at his mother’s feet. Shamrock, aware of our presence, patiently stood over her 3-day-old foal. Her lower lip hung a bit and her hind hoof was slightly resting…Shamrock was giving us permission to admire her precious and very tiny colt. To the average bystander, … Read More
