“Hey, look what’s coming.”
“Holy crap!”
“It’s not very big, really.”
“It’s big enough. I’m not going anywhere near it.”
And they keep a safe distance, all afternoon. She’s only six-weeks old:
and her mother,
who is a Welsh mountain pony, only comes up to my waist.
But at times the foal seems very big
considering she’s so young.
She still hasn’t figured out the best grazing position:
Although that’s not too important yet.
She’s already changing colour to the grey around her eyes. Eventually she’ll be white.
She still stays very close to her mother.
But they wander about a bit together.
And eventually they go home.
“Very interesting.
Goodbye.”
A Bad Guide 
She’s lovely!! Does she has a name?
Then there’s this sort of thing:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1306763/Un-bull-ievable-Calf-saved-chop-grows-towering-6ft-5in-ton-beast.html
Yes. My daughter says she’s called Trysor.
That’s one big animal, I didn’t know they grew so big.
Castration does that. They never become fully adult (= able to reproduce), so they keep growing beyond the normal age of reaching adult size.
so cute, they remind me home, though i’ve been all my life a city dweller
Oh, I didn’t know that, I’d assumed you grew up in the country. Of course, I was a city-dweller for the first forty years too.