The Great Horse Escape Part 2: The Sequel!

| 3/7/2012 12:19:00 AM

Aurora on the left Aces on the right 

It was a dark and stormy night.  Well, OK, it wasn’t.  It was a chilly, cloudy, windy day, with drizzle and rain forecasted.  I got my gumption up to go out and do chores wearing my typical hoodie, jeans, and lined denim jacket with work gloves.  I figured I wouldn’t be out that long. 

Stumbling out to feed the cats went as usual.  I stumbled.  I fed cats.  They purred.  I was on my way to let the chickens out into their pen when I noticed that the gate to the horse pen was hanging wide open.  Sure enough, I looked up and there were both of my horses just across the road.  Argh. 

I went to the barn to get some alfalfa pellets in a bucket to rattle at them.  I had high hopes that they’d follow me home.  They, on the other hand, had high spirits.  I called them sweetly, rattled the bucket, and they promptly charged away across the field.  Luckily I’ve gotten into the habit of wearing my cell phone.  I called my stalwart husband who, THANK GOD, had the day off from work, as I tried to keep my horses in sight.  He corralled our son (no mean feat) and jumped into the truck to help keep an eye on the horses and try to get them back home. 

I did call my neighbors to ask to borrow their Rhino like last time, but since they were out of town, it would have taken a boltcutter to unlock it.  I’m just not that kind of person, SO . . .on foot and in trucks it was.   

They played quite a game of silly buggers at first, coming closer to the house, then dashing away. At one point, we were within 100 yards of their pen. Up on the railroad tracks, back into the unfenced pasture, then OVER the tracks and away they went. Scott and I ended up in two vehicles just trying to keep tabs on them. "Does nobody out here believe in FENCES?" I thought, for the first time in my life. Usually I’m impressed by a landscape with no fences, but dangit, today I needed one.