I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
June leaped into July and Random gave birth to a little filly for Jonathan.
I suppose a guy should be careful whose filly he's trying to shoo into his stable - especially when she's still wearing another man's halter.
Any filly would be skittish about going into a stable where the ghost of another lingered.
Another filly has caught my eye.
That filly left the stable long time ago.
She had this pretty little filly with her, and I didn't have the heart to separate them.
She held one hand out and the filly nickered, stretching her nose out to touch the hand cautiously.
The filly was mostly white with a few brown spots – almost the opposite of her mother.
Alex had named the little filly Random because she never seemed to have a schedule for anything.
As they gazed proudly down at the little filly, Alex dropped a hand to her shoulder and squeezed it.
As the days passed, the little filly grew stronger and they finally released her in the pasture with her mother and sisters.
By way of testing this assumption, a bay filly, the half-sister of a richly striped hybrid, was put to a cross-bred Highland pony, and a Highland mare, while nursing her hybrid foal, was put to a colt the half-brother of a hybrid.