One evening last week I was in my jammies and heading to bed when I got a call from Tim. He was driving home from Indianapolis and had just heard from a barn neighbor that the horses were loose. I told him I would go out to the barn immediately and round them up.
Craig grabbed a flashlight while I got dressed and we zoomed out to the barn as fast as we could get there. Tim called again while we were driving and said that he'd also called Travis, a mutual friend and horseman from church, and that Trav was also on the way.
The door to the new barn was open and lights were on, so we headed up there first. The neighbor had grabbed Hokey and, not knowing which pasture the horses had escaped from, had put him in the indoor arena for safety. But where were the others? Craig and I headed outside to look for them.
Tim called as we were walking out to the north pastures and said the other horses were in the pasture of another barn neighbor. That was good news! And Trav pulled up just then, more good news.
Like any good horseman, he had several halters in the truck. I had grabbed Abby's from my trunk, and the three of us all hiked over to the neighbors' farm. There the escapees were, calmly munching grass, and greeting us happily when we walked up.
The neighbors' pasture.
The next day Tim made sure the fence was secure in the pasture they had escaped from and things are back to normal with everyone staying where they belong.
Amy, Abby's predecessor, once had a nighttime jaunt herself. Stay 'tooned!
