Auslander
Well-Known Member
Went up to give my lot breakfast this morning. The spotty one wasn't in his field, or any of the adjoining ones - all electric fencing intact. Ran round the fields like a headless chicken - no sign of an exit route. Heart in my mouth, bottom squeaking...
After way too much running round for a 40-mumble year old woman of substantial build, I looked across to my back field, which has an impenetrable hedge, and a solid gate (definitely closed) - and caught a glimpse of spots, where there should only be brown-ness. Fugitive identified, sigh of relief heaved.
Then saw text from one of my owners "Chaos and destruction everywhere this morning. All electric fences down, back field gate open, and no horses where they should be. I've moved the ones I could catch back to their own paddocks, put the fences back up, and closed the gate".
Party at mine last night then...
After way too much running round for a 40-mumble year old woman of substantial build, I looked across to my back field, which has an impenetrable hedge, and a solid gate (definitely closed) - and caught a glimpse of spots, where there should only be brown-ness. Fugitive identified, sigh of relief heaved.
Then saw text from one of my owners "Chaos and destruction everywhere this morning. All electric fences down, back field gate open, and no horses where they should be. I've moved the ones I could catch back to their own paddocks, put the fences back up, and closed the gate".
Party at mine last night then...
