At 8 o’clock Saturday morning, our neighbour rang. Our 5 horses had been romping around in his garden most of the night (Actually, they’d been all over the place – the white stuff told the tale), and he was now about to take his dogs out, and could we remove them, please?
Hmpf. I don’t blame him. They’re lambs, really, but one of them literally weighs a ton, and is quite imposing. Not really the company you want for your rose bushes, either – except for what comes out of their back side.
Anyway. Hubby and a couple of Brats went and got them, and put them back with their regular diet of silo hay. When they investigated what had gone wrong, it turned out that the elecric fence installation had no power. So, when Hercules (yes, that is the name of the monster horse), who’s no fool, sussed that one out, he just pushed the fence down and led everybody out for walkies.
We got the power back on, and we’ve checked it daily ever since…
I’m a bit apprehensive about this week end – hubby is going away, and so are 2 of the Brats that are eligible for horse-hunting. There’ll just be me and one Brat here to do the biz if Hercules decides he needs some time away. Luckily, the white stuff is still covering most of our neighbour’s rose bushes. Not to mention his lawn… And the monster horse is a lamb – he just looks like a monster horse.
Stumble it!
