...well
...I...um
...left a gate open.
Cringe.
Josie and Annie, BFFs in crime, got to take their own little walkabout. Unlike the chickens, the ponies chose to take their spin at high speed.
It was Shadow who clued me in. He was racing in circles around his paddock. Something he normally only does during high winds and thunderstorms. Um, no storm in sight.
Oh, wait.
What's that big hunk of spotted appaloosa butt doing OUTSIDE Shadow's paddock fence?
Cr*#p.
I didn't have my iphone on me when I spotted the two fugitives, though I doubt I would have stopped to record the highlights anyway. Too busy kicking myself. But I could have gotten some great shots.
Like, their christening foray into the new pasture, sans fence. They've been standing in their bare, muddy paddock watching me clear brush out there in the grass for days. It must have been killing them.
Their visit to Tyche's paddock on the other side of the barn. Josie was a broodmare in her former life. She pines for Tyche across the barn aisle, but never gets to touch.
Josie crashing through the tree line at a canter only to discover the sagging forty-year-old wire fence buried in the undergrowth. Sheesh. Thank you, Josie, for stopping.
The 80 lb 12-year-old single-handedly guarding the bridge over the creek as 1600 lbs of marauding ponies headed out to the road and an even bigger adventure. That is one pony-savvy 12-year-old. :)
Like a lot of ponies, food was their ultimate downfall. Give me liberty or give me grain. Josie took the grain. And where Josie goes, Annie goes. So that was that.
Really, I need some new fences. And a new stall. Oy.
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| Josie enjoying greener pastures in years past. |
Josie's beautiful! And Tim wants me to get a hand tattoo that says "Shut the gate!" ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh no! I'm glad you were able to catch the little stinkers! Hubby's horse got loose the other day when he was trying to load him in the trailer. Made it all the way to the neighbors' place to visit with their horses. ;)
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