Confused I stopped the car and looked in amazement. The horse hadn't even looked pregnant and yet here was this foal...wow what a beauty all legs and a bit shy. I had taken photographs of a chestnut mare in this field several times this year. However a quick look through Flickr helped explain that the locals are playing tricks on me. The mare is indeed a different horse. For once I didn't have my camera because I was driving back from a visit to the vets so the next day I walked up out of the village to try and take a few snaps. My dog didn't appreciate the lack of attention, so this is the only picture that was okish.
The French word for a young horse