Our palomino mare (Hi I AM SWEET was the name on her papers, but we just called her Sweet) gave birth to a lovely sorrel foal. I forgot his real name. To register a foal you have to send in three choices and they let you know if any are available.By the time they let us know what his "name" was I had been calling him Red the 2nd for so long it had stuck. As he grew up and grew HUGE we started calling him Big Red.
Big Red's Mom was a bit of a space cadet, so he often followed me and Silver when we went riding. Halter breaking him was a bit of a challenge as he ran right past me ripping the rope out of my hands. Daddy didn't blink an eye he just took over and when Big Red started to run past him he picked him up and flipped him on his back. After trying that a few more times with the same results Big Red stopped doing that and after that halter breaking him was a snap as he followed me around anyway now he just had a halter and a rope on.
On evening after Daddy had been out to the land to feed Big Red went down to the creek to get a drink of water and got bitten by a moccasin. He ran back to the barn churning up the ground along the way and leaving the dead moccasin for Daddy to find. Daddy found Big Red the next morning. After months of Daddy nursing him back to health (which involved washing his wound out with salt water and clearing his eyes and nose of mucus) Big Red was fine.