The foals galloped merrily.
For the foals, any day they could go out and play was a good day.
After all, they had already left their mothers and could only stay in their stalls each day. Outside, however, they could play with their companions and run all over the pasture.
For the ranch staff, running was also a form of training, as well as a chance for the racehorses to get to know one another. Perhaps they would meet again on the track someday.
The main purpose of turnout was still to develop the foals' abilities.
Koichi stood in the pasture, watching the foals tussle and run around.
If he could have this many foals in the future, their ranch would count as a success. Unfortunately, only one of these foals belonged to them.
Seeing Black North's current size in person did not mean much to Koichi. It was still within a range he could accept, since he already knew just how big Black North would eventually grow.
Beside the others, Black North's large build stood out even more.
For racehorses, bigger was not necessarily better. Beyond a certain point, their size would compromise their racing ability.
Several of Vodka's offspring were good examples.
Of course, some of a foal's excess weight was simply fat. Once they entered the Training Ranch and then the Training Center, their weight would clearly drop rapidly as the intensity of their training continued to rise.
Life out in the pasture was quite varied for the foals.
They fought with High Step, or nipped at one another's coats.
They chased each other for a while, then made up again.
Quite a few foals in the pasture also came up to Koichi curiously, asking for scratches.
As racehorses raised under human care from birth, they were