Baaaaaby Horses!

tinycamilla2 (2)After last week’s difficult subject, this week, what with it being a holiday at all, I’d like to focus on something much happier. Cute! Fuzzy! Adorable! Baaaaby horses!

This is a total guy/chick magnet in real life, and in fiction it can range from harrowing and full of good chewy plot tension (a difficult birth, a miraculous save) to all about the Awwwwww.

In a horse culture, or a horse novel for that matter, a foaling scene has lots of potential for drama and romance.

First, a few technical details to add to the ambience. We’ve addressed in other posts, delicately I hope, the mechanics of breeding. The basics of mare biology are: estrus for about a week a month from April to October on the average–some mares cycle all year round, and it is possible to kick-start the cycle using lights and hormones if for some reason you want an earlier foal. Strongest heats tend to occur in the spring and fall–especially spring. The stallion will be pretty much out of his head in March and April, then slowly get his brains back where they belong as the summer progresses.

After a successful breeding, gestation takes an average of 345 days. A foal earlier than 320 days is considered premature–there are variations, and foals down to 310 days have made it without problems, but in general the “safe zone” ranges from about 320 days onward. On the other end, mares can carry for well over 400 days, but an excessively long gestation is not good. It can mean the foal has not matured properly and will not be fully functional when it finally is born.

In the last few weeks of pregnancy, the mare gets ready for the big event. Her udder enlarges and starts to fill–“making a bag,” it’s called–and all the muscles and ligaments of her hindquarters loosen to make it easier for the baby to emerge. She’ll get that end-of-pregnancy waddle, and become just huge. 24-48 hours before she’s ready to pop, she may “wax,” i.e. her two  oblong, somewhat pointed teats (which are located at the base of the abdomen between the hindlegs) will start to exude beads of white colostrum that harden to the look and consistency of candle wax. She may even start to drip or stream milk from the engorged udder.

This is not invariable. Some mares hardly bag up at all and will suddenly develop a bag after the foal is born. Others may show little or no sign of pregnancy until there’s a foal in the stall. If the mare hasn’t bagged up and is at term, this can be a crisis: she may have got into fescue in her pasture (for example; she might also have hormonal or physiological problems)  and had her milk production short-circuited, which means she has nothing for the foal. In such a case, a nurse mare or even a goat might be required to keep the foal alive.

It can seem to take absolutely forever for the mare to finally get around to popping that kid. I used to joke with a dog-breeder friend that dogs are short stories. Horses are novels. And yet when the moment finally does come, it can be breathtakingly fast. Unlike a human or many another mammal, a mare’s labor cannot and must not last for more than 30 to 45 minutes after the water breaks. The first stage can take days, even weeks, as she fusses, paces, rolls the baby into place, and stands staring into space until the person on “mare stare” is ready to go insane–because mares just love to foal in the deep, dark night. That means staying up with them, to make sure the foaling is safe and the baby is born without problems. Even then, the mare may sneak a baby in while the watcher is taking a bathroom break. (That being said, I have a mare who foaled at 3 p.m. in front of a troop of Girl Scouts. They aren’t all shy violets.)

The adage is that “the foal picks the day, the mare picks the time.” When the foal is ready to be born, it sets off physiological responses in the mare that trigger first-stage labor. The mare can put these on hold for up to several days–if there are predators around, if the weather is too hot or cold, or if she just doesn’t want to let that baby go. When she finally does let go, the process is rapid, rather violent, and cannot be stopped. If it takes more than 45 minutes, the foal can suffocate and the mare may die. It’s urgent at this point to make sure that baby is properly positioned and all systems are go, so he can get out there and get born.

For those who are not squeamish (there’s not much blood, but there are membranes and glisteny bits), there’s a wonderful slideshow of a mare giving birth here: http://sawyercreek.com/page3.htm If you nose around this breeder’s website, you can find all kinds of information about breeding and foaling.

Once baby is safely born and has met its mom–a beautiful sight as she curves her body around and flutters her nostrils at her baby (which is one of the tenderest sounds in the world), it sets to work getting up and tackling the world. A horse as a prey animal needs to be up and functional as fast as possible, before the wolves get it. This means on its feet and walking within an hour or two at most, nursing to get that immunity-pumping colostrum or first milk in (very important to get this done within the first twelve hours)  and clearing that all too fragile gut of its pre-birth waste by passing the meconium or first poop, and having that first pee.

I’ve put up an album of photos showing a baby’s first attempts to get to its feet, with some “After” shots, and a series that shows what a tiny little brown sylph can grow into: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2038597&id=1244366294&l=c49e5a94bb

“Awwwww cuuuuute” aside, this makes great story.

One thing to remember amid all the fuzzy cuteness is that the baby horse has a few instincts installed, notably the get up on sternum and eventually get to feet instinct, and the suckle reflex that leads it to suck on anything it can find until it reaches the mother’s milk. Pretty much everything else is learned. The usual procedure now is to get the baby safely on the ground, then give mom and baby about an hour alone together so that they can bond (under observation in case of problems–mares can and will reject foals, and foals may develop or manifest physical problems) . After that, the foal handler will go in and start showing the baby what it needs to know to live in a human world: to give to pressure, to accept human hands all over its body, to wear a halter on its head (taken on and off and then, if the handler has any sense, taken off rather than left on–babies grow fast and halters can get very tight within days), to have its feet manipulated and handled, its mouth ditto (babies don’t grow teeth until they’re a week or so old). There is a school of thought that advocates a rather aggressive and stylized form of “imprinting,” including picking up the foal and manhandling it. I am not, as you may guess, a fan of this approach. I prefer a lower key and less dominance behavior. I just want the baby to be used to me, to know what I mean when I push him off or draw him toward me, and to have no fear of my presence. I won’t try to tie or lead him at that point. Baby necks are too fragile. It’s best to wait until the baby is at least a few months old before trying to teach him to tie from the halter–before that, some breeders will run a rope around the girth area (basically where a saddle sits) and run it up through a slipknot to the halter, so that leading and tying put pressure in the strongest part of the horse, the area from the withers to behind the elbows, rather than the fragile neck.

Many breeders, once the foal is born and has basic handling, will turn it out with its mom and do little with it until weaning at six months or so.  I prefer to reinforce the handling lessons every day, many times a day, as the baby grows and becomes a horse. It’s an ongoing, and really very pleasant process. Babies are fun. Brought up right, they’re bright, curious,  and full of ideas.

What about their mothers? Some mares are so protective of their foals that it can be difficult or impossible to get near. A wise breeder teaches the mare to accept her long before foaling, forms a partnership with her so that when those fierce instincts kick in, she’s willing to accept the breeder in the same space. The breeder is careful not to come between mare and foal, and always to seek the mare’s permission before doing anything with the baby. She makes sure to give the mare plenty of attention and praise, too–because after all, who did all the work?

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  1. Some mamas are very protective. Mocha’s dam was a screamer–anything that walked by the stall got screamed at, didn’t matter how well you knew her, when she had a baby, she bellowed at everyone. It does concern me that M might turn out to be this way as well, though she also lacks her mama’s tendency to scream and bellow at passersby during her heat cycle.

    OTOH, the other broodie in the barn was very mellow about people. And one older mare, who’d stolen that broodie’s foal, was so extremely proud of her baby that when I looked in to see him, she was nudging him closer and showing him off. “Look at what I have! Isn’t he gorgeous?”

    (the trainer had decided to breed her despite the fact she was in her late teens because she was so persistent in her longing for a foal. Very well-bred QH, world championship in Western Riding, very good at what she did. Opinionated so if you didn’t ride her right, she let you know.)

  2. Good post, useful info. Food for thought. I’m not squeamish and having been through a human birth, this is all fascinating by comparison.