Barely an hour after Firestorm was born.
Saffron stepped off our trailer one fine St. Patty’s day, as an unhandled mustang, fresh from the wild, who had never willingly touched or been touched by any human. And she was very pregnant. We were told by the BLM that she would probably deliver in May. That was March 17th. Four days later, on March 21st, Miss Firestorm was born. Read More→