>>> Heh...heh...we've finally outsmarted him. Yes, I think he's realized who
>>> the boss is around here. Sadly...it's not us.
Cute stories, Wanda.
Buck got out once last summer while he was living in the mare herd - I'm sure
one (or more) of the mares herd got tired of his Don Juan attitude and ran him
out. Anyway, I went out to the barn early one morning, and noticed that Buck
was running the fence in the distance - what was up with that? Then I saw why
- he was on the outside of the pasture, in the hay field. I saw his head come
up the moment he saw me - I could just imagine him standing up as straight as
he could, waving his arms (ok I'm imagining) frantically, like the guy who's
been marooned on the island for ages. My first thought was to hurry and get a
halter and go catch him, but I realized he wasn't going anywhere, and had
probably been out all night. So, while I was there I went ahead to feed...and
Buck's head came up and his arms were waving (metaphorically) more wildly than
at first - HEY I'M OVER HERE - CAN'T YOU SEE ME? Gilligan just knew his
rescue plane was going to leave the island without him. So, on a hunch, I just
called, "Come on, Buck, come AROUND the pasture." He stopped dead, seemed to
think about it...and then he DID! I watched him trot around the pasture (about
18 acres total), and come around to the front of the barn, and on inside. I
just opened a stall door, then the outside stall door that leads to the
pasture, and he went on out, very happy to be back with the ladies.
He's a smart little cuss...and quite the ladies' man too. He was in the HAY
FIELD of all places, the lushest grass we have...and he wanted back in the 10
acre dry lot with the girls!
Karen Thomas, NC
