31 Aug Wed 2011
Grass, Not Hay, that is what our Horses Say.
6:38am, help I over slept, I forgot to turn the alarm clock on. Looking out the window, as I am getting out of bed, there is some of our horses on the wrong side of the fence. Hay, Bob the horses are out.
He gets up, dressed in a hurry, he has all the clothes on that he needs, he run to the pick up and leaves. I am helping our child, as I am getting dressed, multy tasking, a moms specialty. Then I hear the horn on the pick up, I am running out, half dressed, and try to help. All the horses is running in front of the truck, straight to the gate. Bob gets out, opens the gate in they go. He has a smile on, normally he would be mad, but he smiles. "I got them trained", he says. As soon as the lead mare heard the pick up started in the yard, she headed home. She knew her freedom was limited, so she must have learned.
Then about 1 hour later Bob wakes up by our guard dogs barking like crazy. The horses are down by the fence, and he gets up, yes out of the chair where he was napping, and walks out. He gets down there and out bull is out. Now Bob is MAD, he chases the bull, by screaming and waving his hands. The bull have tried to take us out, so this is not a smart thing to do, home alone, no cell phone. But it went fine. No more rest for Bob, just 3 hours of sleep. If any animals gets out tomorrow, well they are on their own. I do not think Bob will have a smile on then. I can not blame him. But as he told me the story, he said: "Life on the farm is never laid back".