A foal is born

Last night a foal was born on the farm where I had my accommodation. The farmer's son told me in the evening that one of their horses was pregnant and the foal would come in the next 12 hours. (He explained, since I am perfectly ignorant about horses, that he could tell that from the sign that the mare's udder was getting hard.)

He showed me which horse it was, and so I could take a before-and-after picture.

When I got up the next morning -- by the way, the nights do get darkish now in the sundown periods between 11 pm and 2 am or so -- the new baby horse was already born.

So one of the foal's very first humans to see in his first hours of life was a funny German tourist with his camera going "Hallo, kleines Islandfohlen, kuck doch mal her!" :)