Our neighbor’s horses came for a visit again this morning. This is the third time I have seen them this year. She lives up, over and down the backside of our hill. When she discovers they’ve “flown the coop” (or we alert her to their escape), she makes the trek over here on foot and then has to convince them to follow her home. They eventually do follow, but it’s much like when I yell “COME!!” to my dogs in the field, they do come, but it’s in a serpentine pattern… AFTER they’ve sniffed a little here, peed a little there and munched a little deer poo over there.
It is a beautiful and magical sight to see horses on our property, but if these were my babies… I would be frustrated with this little charade by now. Happy [and safe] trails my friends.