This morning when daylight came, I wasn't at all surprised to find electric fence down, and Chief in a place where he didn't belong. Time to figure out something different, and Cliff, as usual, came to the rescue.
Chief is going to be by himself, but not in the pen where we've been keeping him. Because that's where we'd like to keep Secret, my Jersey heifer. Cliff put $30 worth of seed there last fall, and a horse would have all the new growth killed in no time.
Once we had Chief where we wanted him, I put Blue with him for a brief test. They did the usual horse-style getting acquainted, including much laying-back-of-ears and sniffing; then they got along fine. So it's Tude who is the problem, just as I thought. While Blue was there, he inspected the round pen Cliff has been constructing. There was a huge pile of sand there that will eventually be the bed of the pen, and Blue just had to play king-of-the-mountain.
Chief only watched.
I brought Blue up, saddled him, and rode to the Missouri River after Cliff went to work.
Not a bad day at all, even though I had hoped to go to Branson this weekend.