At birth, Tiger was so small, I could easily pick him up, and his pasterns so weak he was walking on his heels. Pintura refused to let him out of the foaling stall for the first two days. When she finally took him out into the pasture, he leaped for joy (photo at horsestories.com/foaling/index.shtml. For the next few days he ran Pintura hard, tearing all over the place while she did her best to herd him.
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