My big Saddlebred X mare, Patti, was bred to RA Hot Every Night (homozygous Black & Pinto SB stallion), and I wanted a homozygous tobiano filly, didn't care if she was black or not. Well, Patti the Sneak, did the very best Maiden Mare fake out I've ever had. She showed absolutely NO signs of anything, was due but .....coulda been another day or 2, so I wasn't real concerned. I was still checking every 2 hrs or so just in case, didn't have my cameras and monitors yet. So, checked at 8:30 p.m., nothing. Braided pink ribbon in her mane and tail as a reminder, just because..couldn't hurt, might help. Went back out at 10 p.m. and .......nothing.......but......not quite right, ya know? Stall messy but no baby? I turned to go and heard, "Hrm, ahem, hrm" from Lucky, my 30 year old gelding's stall. I looked and there stands Lucky, with his legs crossed, and ..a black and white foal trying to nurse! WHAT? I have no idea how it got from Patti's stall to Lucky's, one of the great mysteries. It was storming, of course, and I was wrestling the foal back to Patti, when the lights went out. Oh, peachy! The foal was HUGE and had already bonded with Lucky, who was not in the least interested but a very kind old gent, and I was having quite the wrestling match to get that baby out of one stall and across the aisle and back to Patti. She was maiden, so not real sure she should be concerned, so being the pragmatic girl I so love decided not to be concerned. Baby was not nearly so pragmatic about being taken from Lucky.
Anyhow, when the lights went out, the baby threw itself down on the floor, kind of a foalie tantrum, and I took advantage of the situation to hold it down and put my hands all over it and give it the first lesson in submission to a human and teaching it to trust that I wouldn't hurt it. So......I thought, "Well, let's check by feel if it's a girl or boy, shouldn't be hard, should be pretty obvious right?". I groped that foal from sternum to anus several times and I cannot tell you how I missed his boy parts every single time. After groping that poor little guy til I'm sure he thought I was a pervert, I said, "Skippppeeeee it's a filly!". Got her back in the stall with her mother and came inside to announce to the world that we had a darling little black and white and I suspected, homozygous for her spots filly. I shouted it from every internet rooftop I could find, I was sooooo thrilled. My husband, of course, was off at work for the momentous occasion and missed the whole thing.
Next morning he comes in and says, "Well, you got black and you got spots but ...congrats on a beautiful little colt.". I told him he was crazy, that I had checked that filly every way but loose and it was most assuredly not a colt. So......we went out and he showed me.........PARTS......HOW did I miss that? Or THEM? I still haven't forgiven that sneaky mare!
PERFECT little Mini Me and it had to be a colt...I named him Hillbilly Harley and he was absolutely delightful. His new owner adores him and would buy another if I'd breed one.