I was so lucky to be here on June 30, 2014. I didn't get to see the foal actually born, but I got to see him shortly after birth and watch him take his first steps. Hours after his birth he was herded by his father to walk 3 miles to the water hole. He looked so small and scrawny that I didn't know if he would make it being born in these hot summer months. I usually don't believe in naming the wild horses because to me, it implies ownership. I decided to call this little wild one, Peanut, just so people could watch as he grew up in pictures.