My favorite Foaling story to share was my first ever Foaling.
I had been waiting for 6 months for my mare Bobby to foal. From vets to experience breeders helping me, no one could pin point her approximate Foaling, even with Ultrasound!
So to make things more complicated, I took in 2 mares a mom and daughter, and the mom was definitely bred back.
So here I was with 2 mares due * anytime, zero Foaling experience, but plenty of goat kidding experience.
Sandy , the new mare was much bigger than Bobby, her udder was growing and I only had one camera, a carport converted into a Foaling stall, and my camera was a baby monitor, that had terrible wireless signal. Lol
Everyone was saying Sandy was close and I was staying up late chatting with friends while I watched her.so as friends asked I would give them play by play details on her actions.
Well this particular night it was about 11:30, thunderstorms lightning and raining cats and dogs. Camera quality was just terrible. And Sandy was standing in a different corner than usual.
Next thing I know, she starts pacing, pawing and the woosh her water breaks.
So I jump up, throw on my flip flops, grab a flashlight and start running to the barn, which is about 75 ft from my door.
As I start down the steps the rain picks up again, and as I am running in flip flops across the yard, my flip flop gets stuck in the mud,suctions my foot and down I go face first in the mud.
Anxiously I jump up leave the one flip flop and keep running, one flip-flop on soaked and covered in mud., Flashlight in one hand camera in the other.
I get to the barn, hop the fence as she starts to push out the feet. I jump down into the stall land in the amniotic fluid and dirt, and slip on to my back.
So now I am literally covered head to toe in mud, front side yard mud backside birth mud, soaked to the Bone, one flip flop, but never lost my flashlight or camera.
Then to top it all off, Sandy pushes out the longest 👂 'ed foal I've ever seen. Turns out baby was a mule. And boy was she something!