nothing's changed on the work front. We're still on the Watch....
Last weekend, the man that actually owns the 9 acres next to me came over and literally *ordered* me to let my horses graze down his acreage. He "don't want ta drag my tractor over *spit* - it's too damn-sorry, dang- wet out here. There's plenty 'a good grass out here and you don't need ta pay for that damn-sorry-hay. *spit*"
So, I waited until I saw the renter (last Friday evening) - I figured it would be polite to tell him that there would soon be 5 equines roaming around his rented doublewide. He was cool with it - and told me to "just open the gates and turn 'em loose. They'll come on over here to get this good grass!"
So, I promptly went over and opened both paddock gates.
First, you need to know that Dusty the stud-muffin was already next door - he is a professionally trained hunter, and figured out pretty quick how to jump over the 4.5' fence. You also need to know that his companion is a 95% blind shetland pony. And that 1 of the mares is currently in foal, 1 slipped her foal when we moved, and the other is the stud-muffins daughter.
Anyway: I opened the gates. Did the ungrateful ingrates rush down the trail to the great big hay meadow next door? Did they tell me thank you as they galloped merrily on their way?
They did *not*. Instead, the girls got into a cat fight over who got to go out the gate first, then a shoving match over who got to antagonize the dogs. The poor pony just sort of stood in the gateway, puzzled about the whole shebang.
I put a rope around his neck and led him around to the hay meadow. I thought the girls would follow me.....HAH. Yeah, right.
The girls have eaten my front yard down (it needed it..but still). They have gone in and out of my garage while I'm trying to back the van out. They keep trying to get out of the front gate (I guess to go visit the mules down the street). They *refuse* to venture away from the house.
Last night? Dusty decided that here was where the action is, and came back over. Now I have 4 idiots eating my roses, eating my solar lights, trying to crowd into the garage (while I am backing the van out! I almost hit Dusty the brainless wonder this AM). *sigh*
It's too muddy to lead them the full way next door. The girls are not as user-friendly as Dusty - they don't appreciate the perks of haltering and brushing - and don't want me near their heads. Grain hasn't worked..yet.
Hopefully, it'll be dry this weekend so I can try to capture the girls and drag them next door. *fingers crossed* There's lots of good grazing over there....and it's FREE! *g*