He's been gone for hours. Or at least it seems like that. It's very rude of him.
Sweetheart, wait here. I will look for him and see if I can send him back to you. Hang on.
So Chet and I walked on up and sure enough, there he was. Having jumped the fence, he was ankle-deep in some very nice grass, and deaf to the pleas of the mare to come back to her.
You are a very bad boy. You hear her calling you, and you don't even nicker back. Naughty, naughty horse.
That's her problem. If she misses me, she should jump the fence and come after me.
I sure like getting to know my neighbors. Getting myself out on a regular basis is the best way to do that. Running into someone is a natural way to connect. And there are stories everywhere I stop to chat. Thanks for this one, Kathy. These are two of the luckiest horses in Ohio, living on Dean's Fork, in beauty and with love. They punctuate my walks and bring me joy.