Out of all the draft mares at the lot, Sonja was, hands-down, the most skittish and unapproachable. However, she also had the best conformation so we undertook to haze her into a corral so we could get our hands on her. We chased a band of about five or six mares into a corral and then evicted them one at a time until only Sonja was left. She ran around and around in circles but I eventually managed to get a loop around her neck. Once caught, she only struggled and fought a little bit before she stood shivering at the end of my rope. I handled her a little bit (she was headshy and wouldn't let me touch her feet) and decided she wasn't explosive enough to warrant passing her over in favor of a less-well-built mare. She wouldn't lead, she wouldn't load; we had to squeeze her into the borrowed horse trailer using fence panels and making strategic use of an open trailer window between Sonja and the rest of the herd. She sweated and fretted the whole way home, dancing herself into a lather and turning the trailer into a steam box.
Sonja and Luna set eyes on each other for the first time:
Here's a shot of her fourteen days before she gave birth.