Our horse, Dixie, will be having her baby in about six weeks. I am so excited. This is probably the only time we’ll breed her. She’s had three babies, and I think that’s enough for one mare. And we don’t plan on getting any additional horses (other than this baby) for some time. We have more livestock than we have the energy to care for already. Then, if the baby is a girl, she has to be about seven to safely breed, so all in all, it will be a long time before we ever get an opportunity to experience a horse’s birth or see the delightful antics of a new, frisky colt, again.
So, I’m serious. I don’t want to miss it.
I’ve been trying to figure out just what we should do when the time comes, checking books and the internet and talking to farmers. Finally, I read that, about a week before a mare gives birth, her udders swell. OK. So, Now, I have a sigh to watch for. Good.
Everyday, I crouch down and stare at Dixie’s underbelly, looking for these udders she is supposed to have. I can only see one thing between her legs, and I’m telling you, it looks more like a clitoris than an udder to me.
Now, I have to admit, I feel pretty stupid spending a half an hour a day, staring at what might turn out to be my horses clit, waiting for it to swell, no less. And it doesn’t help that Dixie blinks slowly, giving me a droll, “You are more an ass than the donkey” stare. I’m thinking, she may have me pegged.
But nevertheless, I squat on my haunches and stare everyday, looking for some sign that the excitement is soon to begin.
Today, I think I spotted two little bumps near the fleshy area between her back legs.
Ah Ha!!!! I think those are the bumps of budding udders! Halleluiah! Now, I can finally stop feeling like some letch, staring at my horse’s private parts like a fool that doesn’t know her ass from her elbow.
I don’t need to point out that this means I HAVE been staring at my horses clit. I guess, since it’s just between us girls, it’s OK. Not like I ever claimed to be an experienced cowgirl, ya know.
So now I know in great details just what a horse’s clit looks like, and furthermore, I know it’s different from a tiny, new udder. Amazing what you learn when life demands you figure things out as you go.
Heart of Ginny 