Not in the least, Lotus... In the many years that I raised Missouri Fox Trotters I also saw some absolutely amazing things sitting in the corner on my straw bale just watching to make sure things went well. I even slept on those straw bales on more than one occasion with first time moms. The middle of the night interactions were awe-inspiring. I will never forget "foal breath" on my face when that little one on its wobbly legs would come over to inspect just what that strange thing was over there in the corner. Right after mom, I was always the first smell they had in their little noses. You could always tell how they had imprinted on me by smell when anyone else would come out to the barn.
Maybe all of us who have been in on equine births are a little wacko, so welcome to the club, Winfrey!
Gardening is better than therapy. Plus you get tomatoes.