Stella, only a few hours after her birth.
Lady, Mario’s pregnant horse, carried me all day yesterday without complaint as we drove the sheep from one field to the next. I even had her at a full gallop at one point. Mario had estimated that she had another five weeks until she was due. His estimate was off: when we walked outside this morning a tiny brown foal was standing beside her. She had been born only a few hours earlier. Some of the placenta was still on the ground and Lady was drenched with sweat. I named the baby Stella (“Star” in Italian) after a small patch of white hair on her forehead.