For whatever reason, maybe a combination of the above, I've decided that the time has come. It's time to share Tucker's baby photos. You may not want to drink anything as you scroll down, because you will at some point snort with laughter, and possibly point at your computer screen, your shoulders shaking in a silent fit of laughter. It's a perfectly natural reaction (in fact, the unanimous reaction whenever I have shown these to anyone), but we don't want to hurt Tucker's feelings, so remember to be kind in your comments.
"Mom, get my good side."
Who is that handsome horse in the mirror?
Loved that fluffy pony mane.
As you can see, the farm where he lived as a baby was horse heaven. The field we're in right now was 16 acres, full of nice big shade trees, a huge run-in shed, and this stream, which the babies had to wade across every day for their breakfast (none of them ever have a problem with crossing water after that!). It was the perfect bucolic heaven for me to get away every Sunday from scenic concrete-and-steel Newark, NJ, where I went to law school, and Tucker was extremely happy there.
And here are a few of Tucker and his friends. I took about a million pictures of him in the middle of his baby herd. He lived in a little paddock by himself in Connecticut, so when we moved to New Jersey, I was just overjoyed to see him turned out with all these other babies.
Tucker makes a good head rest.
(Seriously, stop laughing.)
Sometimes friends make good head rests too.
Incidentally, the little black mare that Tucker is resting on in the last picture is Julie's older full sister, whose name was Mandy. She was such a gorgeous little filly! I had the privilege of breaking her a couple of years later and she was just lovely. This little girl is probably the reason that Julie came into existence.
And finally, just so that you all know I wasn't exaggerating... Remember when I said that his ears were as big as they are now, and his neck was as long as it is now, and he closely resembled a baby giraffe crossed with a goat?
Goat head. (He looks kind of sad about it, doesn't he?)
Giant ears. Compare with these, taken last week. Not much has changed.
I swear, this hasn't been photo shopped. He really did have a periscope for a neck.
Okay, so, maybe it's okay to laugh at that last one. It is pretty absurd. I mean, just for the sake of comparison:
And lastly, here is one of me and my boy, the day that he arrived at his new farm and it hit me that he really was mine. Madly in love written all over my face.