So, as the snow melts and winter finally turns to spring, Sooner begins to eat hay, become interested in what's in the water trough and enjoy being groomed from golden head to poopy tail, where her mother's nine-day heat has produced diharrea that gets spread across her baby backside with every swish of her tail. A quick cleanse and an administer of zinc ointment, soothes the savaged skin and sends this little tornado off on another belt around the paddock, hooves barely touching the ground.
Before the end of this month, her grandmother should give birth to her aunt or uncle, and before long the two foals will be cavorting together, causing I'm sure, all sorts of ructions. Wait for it.