A Field Full of Horses

Over the last year or so I'd been jotting down a few 'episodes' that would happen. Most of them not newsworthy and not even well-written because it was usually something I'd talk about in one of my newsgroups that day..which meant not the best format/diction/paragraphing/typing, but something I'd like to remember later. IF--and that's a big 'IF'--I don't have anything for the day to write about then chances are I'll stick one of the older stories in here...one never knows when the computer will crash, taking everything you've done along with it(some of us never learn the definition of "back up"). When I'm old and gray and can't string two words together maybe my kids will appreciate having them..they'll be saying, " I remember when this happened", or "I remember when you could actually understand what Mom was saying" :-) Below is one such story...



Leslie went in to work this morning at 3am and got home just a bit after 11am. He walks in and asks me," Did you see all the horses in the pasture?" As I'm rushing past him to the door to get a look-see for myself he informs me that they shot off towards the back of the place and disappeared.



I fix a nice breakfast/lunch and we're sitting there eating. Leslie is trying to find the cell phone number of a guy who has horses/mules/donkeys on the road behind us as he's always got some getting out. While he's thumbing through numbers I catch a glimpse of the horses out the kitchen window. They are running full-force towards the fence that keeps our calves in. I run to the back door to get a better view. Opening the door I see ten horse of different colors running back full-tilt across our very wet pasture. An eleventh horse with a rider is runnning right along behind them, herding them around the grove of trees and out of sight. So far, we've not seen any more of them so hopefully they've been put back up. No telling how long they were out so the chances of our hay back there being still in round form are slim. I'm headed out in a bit (in the rain) to take one of the tractors back there to meet Leslie and Josh with the truck and trailer..I'll see how much damage they've done to the two pasture and the hay. I had to walk out a bit ago and move my truck and there are hoof prints all in my driveway...and it's hard packed. No telling what damage they did to the softer pasture after all that rain we had.



On a brighter note--they were definitely a pretty sight...the small herd running across the field with every color imaginable..there were sorrels, paints, dunes and grays. Makes me ALMOST wish we still had some of them...until I think of the headache they can be...