The morning, though not perfect, was wonderful. The wind made the skin goosebumps, he carried the cold breath of winter. She was getting closer and closer to Europe, capturing cities one by one.
A little less than a month after the birth of the long-awaited foal of Newfoundland.
Health of the foal's mother, Nivaella fell sharply a month after the scrap, she was not in the best condition, to put it mildly. Accustomed to seeing orlovtsev powerful, fat and happy, Randi could not imagine that this is a thin horse in front of her - a real representative of this breed.
"You poor little beast," the girl sighed, holding out her hand between the bars
Niva did not begin to caress, to ask to leave, but her palm sniffed and allowed herself to scrape herself on the nose.
"Come on, do not be afraid," Randi whispered softly, pushing back the heavy door of the stall and carefully, not to scare, picking up the mare for the halter.
"Let's go, the vet should look at you.."
Nivaella became agitated, tried to rest and shake her head to break away, but the human hand held firmly and persistently to the exit of the stable. Noisily drawing in the air, as if verifying whether there was a smell of danger, the mare reluctantly took a step towards the girl and dutifully stepped out of the stall, behind him was already plump enough of the incomprehensible suit of the colt, awkwardly rearranging his legs.
The veterinarian was not there, so Randi and Nivaella with her child went for a walk. The right person had to come in half an hour. It turned out that there is a mini-zoo on the territory of Soho! Something unusual for equestrian clubs aimed at the maintenance of private horses, and not the squeezing of money for skating and children's parties. The mare did not recognize the animals at the zoo at all. The same as she. Equal to her. In the end, Randy gave her a little pinch of herbs near the veterinary wing, while the vet searched for the mare's documents in the archive.
Like any girl who feels embarrassed in the office of a female doctor, Nivaella resisted, perceiving the hands of a specialist on her stomach as something beyond what is permissible. From the smell of an antibacterial remedy, she sneezed and snorted and sadly squinted at the door.
"Ah, lapushka, it's bad for you," Zavensky said sympathetically and laid his hand gently on her neck. But this tactile support acted differently on the mare. And the veterinarian hastily removed his hand. As it turned out - Niva is not only a rare touch, but she is also a real actress! When the veterinarian began to measure the temperature, Nivaella was so indignant that she forgot about her allergic disease. All straightened up, fluffed, and joined, and the expression of unbearable agony came down from the muzzle. Cheating is uncovered. Inspection did not last long. A few minutes later, the man straightened up
"Well, what can I say ... Her health is much more stable than it was a week ago." No deviations in health so far, so ... It is possible to return them to the herd.
At the inspection of Nyusha (so affectionately nicknamed Newfoundland still in Phoenix) He still mumbled something inaudibly, gently raised his face, looked.
-And with him everything is as always in order. The veterinarian has punctured the documents back to the archive.
-You can safely let them out in the herd even now.
Knocking off and dancing in place, Nivella stubbornly pulled her "curator" to the Levads. And the nearer Randi approached the fence of the pasture, the more doubts swirled in her head. But it's too late to retreat ... at least because Niva can not be dragged out from here anymore .. The girl opened the fence and they went to the pasture. Nyusha immediately ran, and the mare began to spin.
"All right, go," Anderson said, deliberately slowly letting go of her belt. Slapping the mare around her neck, girl pulled out of the fence and closed the gate tightly. Before the mother and her son galloped off to look for the beloved herd, Randi managed to take a photo happy boy Newfoundland