Enfys
Well-Known Member
Oh, ******** ******** **** !!!!
Just went out to call the dogs in and do a last torchlight eye count on the horses (not easy when the place is lit up by fireflies) when I heard the unmistakable sound of fencing being broken followed by thundering hooves and two galloping horses flying past my back door onto the road
I can't do a damn thing about it! Hubby is at work, and I won't leave Evie alone to go searching the countryside in the dead of night, not that I have a clue which direction they have gone in anyway. It's about 12.30am now, so no light for a few hours yet. Hopefully the blasted horses will come back home and be on the hayfield in the morning. The ground is dry so I'd have to be an Indian Scout to find tracks (so much easier when they do it with a foot of snow on the ground) and this is corn country with not a fenced field for about 15 miles! Oh bugger, bugger,bugger
At least it was the big horses and not Lola and the foal.
Well, I won't be getting much sleep tonight now then, I can't hear them over the other four screeching their heads off either, with luck the escapees will come back and not be trashing a corn field or wrapping ginseng nets around themselves. ****** horses! Sometimes, in fact, frequently and seriously recently, I really consider selling the lot of them.
Ah well, nothing to be done for now.
Just went out to call the dogs in and do a last torchlight eye count on the horses (not easy when the place is lit up by fireflies) when I heard the unmistakable sound of fencing being broken followed by thundering hooves and two galloping horses flying past my back door onto the road
I can't do a damn thing about it! Hubby is at work, and I won't leave Evie alone to go searching the countryside in the dead of night, not that I have a clue which direction they have gone in anyway. It's about 12.30am now, so no light for a few hours yet. Hopefully the blasted horses will come back home and be on the hayfield in the morning. The ground is dry so I'd have to be an Indian Scout to find tracks (so much easier when they do it with a foot of snow on the ground) and this is corn country with not a fenced field for about 15 miles! Oh bugger, bugger,bugger
Well, I won't be getting much sleep tonight now then, I can't hear them over the other four screeching their heads off either, with luck the escapees will come back and not be trashing a corn field or wrapping ginseng nets around themselves. ****** horses! Sometimes, in fact, frequently and seriously recently, I really consider selling the lot of them.
Ah well, nothing to be done for now.