|I is good boy|
This morning I woke up to find four horses in one pasture instead of three. This little bay boy tried to hide behind the mares that were not happy he invaded their space. It was pretty easy to tell he was the odd one out.
Because this was about 15 minutes before I left for work I was definitely panicked that I'd spend all morning chasing a rogue baby horse and not make it in. Luckily he only spent 30 seconds playing "I am not the horse you are looking for" before I threw a halter on him. For a baby horse that hasn't had any set of halter training besides wearing a halter as a weanling and being transported a small handful of times, I am so lucky he wants to cooperate.
Luckily he only had a little scrape on his hind leg from jumping the fence. He is now content in his time out stall with two large flakes of hay. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side?