There is a new foal at the barn, just a couple of days old now. The last time there were foals at the barn Nina was a little obsessed with the one that lived next to her.
When the newest one was just hours old I walked Nina passed her pen and she took a good look and then quietly walked away. I thought, good girl, much calmer than I thought she would be. Then we had walked a couple hundred feet and suddenly her head shot up and she was staring over her shoulder at the foal. BABY! Look! it's a BABY!
She didn't take her eyes off of it the rest of the afternoon.
Kind of a delayed reaction.
This lends credence to my one-brain-cell-firing-at-a-time theory.