03-28-2013, 09:58 AM
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Oh my, the memories. The last foal I had, I camped out in a tent next to the pen for two weeks worth of nights. She was up and down and all around and groaned and snored, etc.
I get up, go to the house, take a shower, change clothes, look out the window and she is down with two legs and a head already out....
Sneaky little witches!