Hay Thief Caught In The Act! Or maybe just a lonely horsey?

Cheryl heard some bumping around in the barn and looked over her loft edge to see what was going on.  Honey and BaeBee were where they belonged in their stalls, but Cheryl couldn’t see Mairsiedotes anywhere.

Upon further investigation, this is what Cheryl saw:

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Mairsiedotes had managed to lay down with her head under the stall wall.  We can only guess she was looking to sneak some of Honey’s hay . . . or was she just lonely???

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Once Cheryl caught her in the act of . . . whatever she was doing, Mairsiedotes scrambled back to her own side of the wall.

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“Who me?  I wasn’t doin’ nothin’,” one could almost hear Mairsiedotes say.

I guess I’m going to have to add another board to the bottom of that wall before someone gets themselves stuck again!

My Horses : Honey Escapes!

Yesterday, Juliana took Bay out for a ride because Honey’s right front foot was a little tender due to a thrush infection.  Cheryl walked along with Mairsiedotes, for the exercise, and I followed.  We went out to the field at the end of the street and explored a little.  As we started for home, I got a phone call from my daughter Melanie who was visiting us with her children, “Honey got out!  She’s at Penny’s house,” was her frantic report.

Penny is our neighbor at the end of the street, by the fields.  She has two Tennessee Walking Horses who have whinnied to our horses as we have ridden by.

I took off running.  My grown son Matthew was entering the yard where Honey was reported to have gone.  She was there, touching noses with the two Walkers, geldings, sweet gentlemen.  Matthew and I approached slowly and she allowed herself to be caught.

Honey had pulled the unlatched gate open, I heard, and let herself out.  The gate stays shut because it is a tight fit, and it is difficult to latch, so I left it pulled tight but not latched.  Now I know better.

Jessie, my nephew’s wife, said Honey opened the gate, stood there awkwardly at first, as if to say, “Am I really out here?  What do I do now?”  Then she began trotting across the yard.  She was on a mission now, to find her herd.  The children scattered as she whinnied and took off.

I guess Mairsiedotes is not the only smarty pants among the horses here.  I won’t underestimate any of them again.