I admit to having a chronic case of the human condition known as ‘a search for meaning.; I find life to be incredibly rich and rewarding due to this condition, but when something unexpected happens, it tends to set me back on my heels until I can discern a reason for the event. When my husband was killed in an accident, it threw everything in my life into question. At the time, I had more Fell Pony foals due than ever before. It didn’t take long, though, for the meaning of this to become quite clear.
Of course, had I known I would be alone come foaling season, with an increased work load and an estate to settle and a business to close, I wouldn’t have bred as many mares. That I did breed them and that I am now alone says to me that stewarding these ponies is something I’m meant to continue doing. And that it will likely be an important part of my new life.
From this perspective, then, there is so much to look forward to! These foals will include the first by my new stallion as well as the last by my previous stallion, and I am anxious to compare the two. There will be a foal from a line that I’m particularly sentimental about, and I’m hopeful it will be something I can be proud of. I’m hoping for a foal from a line that is charismatic and has movement to die for. And there will be two foals from a line that right now is eye candy for me. I’m very much looking forward to more eye candy! And I’m not just looking forward to this year’s foals but also to what they will tell me about my breeding program. I’m always striving to produce better Fell Ponies with each generation, so I’m anxious to see what this foal crop will tell me about my progressive breeding goals.
So while my ‘search for meaning’ condition has been quite flared up of late, at least where my ponies are concerned, there is less uncertainty. And as foaling season nears, I have much to look forward to!
© Jenifer Morrissey, 2019
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