Some background: Renn's stall was in a small barn near our house. His feed box was in there, and he was free to come and go at will. The roof is metal. Renn had never been in a barn before coming here. He liked the stall at first, but when the first storm came, the noise frightened him; he ran out and wouldn't go back in.
About a week after Jenny came to live with us, a spring thunderstorm came up. Jenny hadn't had shelter before, so she huddled on the north side of a solid wood fence. Renn came quickly to her and herded her into the little barn. This was the first time I had seen him herd; apparently he knew the barn was safe, so even though he wasn't able to tolerate it himself, he put Jenny in. Jenny loved it, and within another day Renn went in, accompanied by Jenny. This little girl made my Paint horse brave.
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