We moved the babies outside today. Valiente had his feet trimmed on Friday, no more dressings and he actually trotted, bucked and was full of the joys of spring a little too much I fear he's next door to five brood mares, sharing his space with Hope, a filly in season. He may only be two, has knocked at death's door, but he's a Stallion STILL! A stallion answering the call of his ever expanding testosterone levels. Lucky little man!