Almost there ...

What a lovely evening it was when I popped out to visit Mrs Zanny, who is still awaiting the big moment. She spotted me from the far end of the paddock. She had been a very naughty girl and had busted through the electric fence to get into the strip along by the road fence, where she is definitely not allowed to have her foal.

 Look at that face, anticipating a lovely fresh carrot snack.

 When Becky and I sorted out the electric fence and tried unsuccessfully to find the end piece to join it back to the main fence, Zanny cheekily zipped as fast as she could around the end of the dropped electric fence to get back down into the forbidden zone.

 Darn it, foiled again.

 She is all foal. Becky is pleased because she says that Zanny is in better condition than she has been for previous foals. I wonder if all of the love and treats have made a difference.

Maybe tomorrow?