I went out today to see Denali again since I had to go ALMOST that way to exchange a girth. I took her some apples and called for her in the field. I love, Love, LOVE that she nickers at me and comes running to me. It makes me really happy that she likes me.
Good news, no baby! There can't be!! She's in heat, and apparently she bloats up big time when she's in season.
Sundance, the poor gelding pastured next to her, she walked over to him, turned around and stuck her but in his face. He looked at me like, "What now?" Denali quickly got frustrated with him and moved on to the Arab gelding that is pastured with Sundance. She did the same thing to him, with her tail in the air. He had no clue, and at this point I was laughing so hard I couldn't even breath.
What can I say....my little girl is VERY easy! I'm pretty sure if I ever DID want a foal, breeding would be a piece of cake!