May jumped out of the paddock into the pasture. Finished of the already chewed fence. Buck lunged himself on the lead rope when I moved him to the round pen out of the paddock.
Star, sorry, was off key to prepare lunch, but yes, what snow said. I usually breed my braves on the last day of the month since I can't test the foals before RO anyway and their ratings aren't normally spectacular enough to train/match them throughout the month either, so there's no point in me feeding them if I'm gonna yeet most of them on the 1st.