Hey, ladies, you’re on the wrong side of the fence!
My husband came home a little late from work this evening, around 7:00 p.m. He skipped the ‘hello’ and gave me a friendly shout from the open front door, “Looks like the horses are in, to me.” I yelled back, while tending the grill in the back yard, “Yah, I put them back in. How’d you know they were out?” Turns out, while he was meeting with a client after regular hours, he received two text messages stating that our horses were out. It warms my heart to know that our good, country neighbors are looking out for us. . . .and our animals.
The mares discovered a section of pasture fence fallen down, due to winter snow, a half mile away from the RedBarn. I wonder, what is the point in breaking out? They step over the downed fence and run home as fast as they can. After grazing on the lawn for a few minutes, they wander over by their corral gate. All the while they keep looking back at the house as if to say, “Is anyone coming out to put us back in?” I opened the gate and they walked right in. Crazy!
Gentle horses do get used to their surroundings. I suppose it’s the same for them as us; grass is always greener on the other side. In truth, it rarely is and we soon realize how good we have it right where we started out.