In February, I took on a little mare. Semi-feral, she'd never been handled (well, I think she had actually, considering how headshy she is, but certainly not nicely!) Never had her feet trimmed, lame with raging mud fever. Bless her, she so wanted to be loved - very quickly she let me handle her, treat her mud fever, trim her feet, and even poultice her foot, twice a day for three weeks when she got a nasty abcess. A couple of months ago it became apparent she was pregnant. After much panicking we settled down to wait - not much else we could do really! We didn't really have much of an idea what she might be pregnant to, or when it might be due. Well, last night she had it. Maybe I should say 'them'. One, perfectly formed, fully grown. But stillborn. The other, tiny, about the size of small dog, brown and shrivelled. It seems obvious that one died early on and that's what killed the other one. RIP little foals - I'm sorry you didn't quite make it into this world. Hope, the mare, is fine. I think, biologically, she knew. She hasn't started producing milk and she's not upset in the slightest. Thanks for reading.