I know this isn't a real blog post...BUT...I couldn't help sharing the goods of today...
The neighbor called at 7:30am, so patiently telling us that our horses were in her field.
They come back to the barn, and we realize we're missing one--the old one.
Worriedly we start searching. Far and wide. We searched her Field#1, the wheat field, and on our way to yet another one, we pass this long double row of round bales.
It's not everyday you look at bales closely...
...but it's a good thing I saw his ears just over the top. :D
Oh, we laughed. And laughed. AND laughed at the poor old man.
He was probably a tad ashamed.
He probably thought he was in hay heaven.
Only it wasn't heaven enough to want to be stuck there for all eternity, you know?
He couldn't turn around, so we had to make him walk backwards for about 100ft or so.
It wasn't fun a'tall.
I have to say, the sight was almost worth the searching, pushing, coaxing and fence reparing.
Almost.
Cracks me up. Although not something you wanna do everyday, huh? :P
ReplyDeleteHilarious!
ReplyDeleteit's catching, the old blog bug. that sneeze must have done it. you don't have a serious case yet, but I can see that you look like you might be coming down with something.
ReplyDeleteThis story reminded me of my grandpa. When he got older, he had alzheimer's. He would wander off sometimes and one time we had all the neighbors helping us look for him. It was a hot summer day, and he had laid down in a beanfield between the rows. If it hadn't been for him sticking his head up to see what all the commotion was about we may have never found him in time.
that is too funny. he looked so confused amidst all that hay. haha.
ReplyDeletei wish i could ride horses! it must be awesome having some of your own!
blessings!
Chloe
Aw, Jen... are you catching the blog bug again??? Please do... I've missed reading your entries around here! :)
ReplyDeleteThe poor fella looked so forlorn in that one picture! :*( I'm glad he's okay. :)
Happy Day!
Ash
So funny!!! That's hilarious. Poor guy.
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