I wandered through the hayfield yesterday. The edges of the gentle swells are turning green. It's hard to find the grass blades when you are looking down, but by looking horizontally you can see the collective stems beginning to grow. At my feet I found tiny, white, star-shaped flowers - they remind me of what we called bluets, or "Quaker ladies", when we lived in Maine.
One chick has already hatched in the incubator. They are due to hatch tomorrow and Wednesday.
The farrier came yesterday. Bella, the young filly, had her first manicure. She was well-behaved on the whole; once she figured out what was going on she stood still and was a good girl. What a change from the wild foal that arrived here four months ago. She is taming down very nicely.