High on the priority list was running new barbed wire lines down the pasture fence. We needed to keep the animals in and not out, especially not out at 5:20 in the morning! With our family here and happy to help us, we headed off to my favorite hardware store for barbed wire and jeans. Work gloves, new jeans and a pair of borrowed boots, The English Sister is looking good.
“A” was given a quick lesson on how to run the bike, and a few reminders that one set of brakes didn’t work. “A” came prepared with work cloths and only needed a borrowed pair of boots…our English Cowboy was ready, ever the man with his own ‘look’.
The four of us settled into different roles and quickly eventually with the hot sun shinning down on us got three new strands of barbed wire up, tight and secure. Happy that the herd could graze safely, happy to go off for a fun, late lunch and happy with work well done. We were grateful for the help.
With our fences tight and secure we were unprepared for the wake up announcement at 4:20 AM in the morning night (well, the sun was barely up) from Number Two Son…
“The horses are in the front yard”
Bad British word!!!
After a bit, My Loving Spouse caught the little horse and luckily the bigger horse followed. With the two horses locked up tight, we could examine our fences, where was the breach in our fortress?
A gate…meant just for people (but a horse will fit through) was standing ajar…an invitation for the herd to have a midnight wander around the property. We were actually quite happy to find it to be human error, for a change.
Naps scheduled for later today.
Or do the horses know how to open the “people” gate? Even down here in the city, I’ve heard of some horses that can do that.
It has a special latch. Perhaps the people couldn’t do it.