He's All That

Arden and the still nameless
blue-eyed baby boy.

There are mares lined up to her right,
which is why Arden's ears are back.
MY baby, mine, mine, MINE!

The baby is the most gregarious,
jump-in-your-arms friendly
little guy I've ever met —
much to his mama's dismay.

She doesn't want him
more than a few feet away
and doesn't appreciate
that he's not at all timid
or apprehensive.

Sorry about the shadows.
The sun was setting,
Arden was being aggressively protective,
and I had to take what I could get.

There is less visible of O than I thought.
The foal is average size, and isn't drafty at all.
I'm told O's babies start out small,
which is a good thing for the poor mares.

Mama (Quagga's Ardent Sun)
getting neck scritches from Heather.
On this side, she has her father's eye.
The other eye is blue.

We're trying to come up with names.
The challenge is that everything
sounds too serious.
The future gelding is already a goober
and needs a good tongue-in-cheek moniker.