I was sitting in my office this morning, bored and avoiding work, while threatening to stab irritating people with my pen -- you know, a normal day, when my phone rings. I was surprised to see it was my DH, because I'd just talked with him and couldn't figure out why he'd call me right back.
"Did you play musical horses this morning?"
"Um, NO -- WHY?!!"
"Well, Razzie and Petunia are in the lower paddock, and I can see two big brown horses up in the front paddock."
Yikes! Ok, so the morning barn help wasn't paying close attention today, and seems to have forgotten to close the gate between the two pastures. There is a hot wire along the top of the gate, however, so how did they get that down? (and yes, the forgetful barn help would be me. Sigh.)
It turns out that all four horses did the limbo this morning, and slipped under the hot wire, and swapped pastures.
Maud (otherwise known by her actual name of Annie -- why my DH calls her Maud is beyond me) and Petunia (otherwise known as Lilly -- again, why DH named her Petunia is anyone's guess) are not friends. Maud is the boss mare, and the hot guy she's turned out with is HER MAN, and she does NOT like the new young 'ho that has moved in next door. Taz, however, likes her A LOT.
We were fortunate, however, and apparently they swapped fields without bloodshed and DH was able to lock them into respective fields and let Sara and I switch them back this afternoon. Everyone was mannerly and put on halters to go back to where they belonged, but I'm still baffled as to how a 17.2 WB mare can shimmy down short enough to slip under the wire . . .
Truly never a dull moment.
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