June 25th

Sunday, June 25th, 2017

Sundays are for mending fences. Literally.

This morning we drove up to the barn to do chores, and my horse, who normally greets us over the fence when we arrive was MIA. Paul even said “Where’s Buck? No greeting this morning?”  That should have been our first clue.

As we climb out of the truck, we noticed shattered bits and chunks of our white vinyl fence in the yard. We went to check it out, and this is what we found:


While this may not seem impressive, trust me, it is. The top board is pushed out and the bottom two were shattered. Those things are hard to break!

And still no horses came to greet us. I ran into the barn. No horses. Paul and I both run through the pasture. My panic rises the farther we get into the pasture. My thoughts were a tangled mess: Not only are they missing, but someone is bound to be bleeding or injured. WHERE ARE THEY?

Well, we did find them. In the very corner of the pasture, tucked all the way back behind the building. And the crazy thing? No blood. Not one drop. Thank the Lord!

The mystery still remains on how the heck they BOTH went through the fence. Especially with the way it was broken. We were just thankful they were still inside a fence, even if it wasn’t the one they were supposed to be in.

So since we had all of our fence mending materials pulled out to fix the fence, we spent the afternoon pulling out old broken posts and replacing them with new ones.

Bandit was a big help.


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