At least that's what our friend Óli told us when Ögn gave birth to her son after Hugleikur. At the same time there was a fireball on the nightsky, which we missed as we were looking in the other direction or to be precise at our field and Ögn. 
When taking the routine evening horsedrive to check on Ögn, Flugsvinn and the foal, everything seemed calm and nothing special to be expected, the mares just eating their hay. But when we took the turn into the gravelroad passing our field, Ögn had a look at the car and then started to walk into the corner of the field, where she had given birth to Kóngur 6 years ago. There she laid down and went into labour. Of course my camera was at home, so we decided to give her some space, fetch the cam and come back. She was at the same spot when we came back and the amniotic sack started to show. After rolling over, standing up, laying down and so on, Ingólfur decided to check a bit better on her and see if everything was coming the right way. First he saw just 1 leg, but the moment I said it's time to call the vet, the other leg showed followed by the head. Ingólfur helped a bit and dragged the foal infront of Ögn so she could lick it clean and dry. 
The weather wasn't as it's best, it was cold and snow on the ground. When it started snowing again, we decided to get mother and son inside, where it was dry and warm. Up at the stable we moved Fönix and Sigtýr to empty boxes so Ögn could have the big first box for herself and the foal and wouldn't be bothered by a nosy onlocker in the next one. Then we grabbed a halter and the trailer and off we went back to the pasture. On the way back I stayed in the trailer with the little family, holding the foal so it would arrive safely at the stable. We supplied hay for Ögn and were hoping she'd get rid of the afterbirth on her own. At the first look he seems to be chestnut. Well, would be the first chestnut in Ingólfur's collection, I already have 2.
So now we just have to wait and see how they'll be in the morning.