good to be home

It was time to go out of town again. Something I dread for my horse always get out and I worry about everything while I’m away. From my flowers getting eaten, my fences broken, my sheep getting out, my horses getting hurt to my stallions getting out and breeding someone they are not supposed too. Horses are very destructive, especially if they are young and bored. The grass is gone and the ground is dry and the hot wire isn’t getting a good ground. I run a drip line on the grounding rod and that seems to help but its still not zapping hard.
I have to feed and then get on the road. As I am feeding I notice one of the mares have broke off the corner post off at the base and now the fence was sagging but still up and the hot wire was still up. I didn’t have time for this today, everyone was still in there pens and so I decide to leave and hope for the best. Ashley was coming out later and would move them if it falls all the way down, I really didn’t want them in stalls I would have to clean when I got back so I left them where they where and left.
I get back and of course I had a horse out. She was on the back side, out on my neighbors land where there is still grass. Everyone one else was still in there pens thankfully. They had eaten a lot of the morning glory’s that are up against the fence but everyone was safe.
I feed and throw the mare on the other side of the fence, her food, in hopes she would walk back through so I wouldn’t have to walk all the way around and catch her. After feeding I notice she is not coming back through the fence, she is pacing back and forth, I will have to go catch her. It’s about a quarter a mile around and when I get there she is half in and half out looking at me. Her eyes where showing the whites, I stopped and talked to her for a minute. I was making fun of her for trying to go back there in a different spot, I could see where she had went through the first time down a ways. I left her hoping she would figure things out herself to go fix the fence. The mare never moved, she just stood there looking at me, I will have to get a halter on her and lead her through. She stands quite as I halter her, I step on the lower wire and lift on the upper and ask her to come through. She steps forward and swings her ass around catching the wire on her back leg. She tucks her ass and runs by me but stops when I ask her too but she had taken the fence with her brake it. She is nervous and looking back at her leg, I ask her to step back one step but she is stiff and wont move. I wait a minute and then ask again this time she steps back and I am able to guide her out of the wire. I was impressed she did so well for this filly (Tanya) was one of the harder ones to halter brake.
I start to fix the fence when I feel a light pulse, I drop the wire. The fence is still on, I forgot to turn it off on my way around. Thankfully it was grounded some where else and didn‘t shock me, I hate getting shocked.
Normally I would go around and around in my head, the fact that my horses did get out and I can’t get away from the worry but this time I was thankful I didn’t get shocked and everyone is fine, Tanya was so good to handle, some of my morning Glory’s took a hit but the blue ones I planted bloomed. It’s good to be home.


On the first real good rain I will be doing my normal rain dance, thankful every time I see one of my horses get zapped, sending them running and snorting to the other side of their pens, but for now I will keep watch.