I went outside to take Sadie to potty and noticed people around my barn. At 6 A.M. Then I saw the neighbor lady leading a horse away from my barn toward her house. Ah, Marvin's horses are out again.
That wouldn't be such a big deal, except that those three horses are uncatchable. (Hey, that must be a real word; spell-check didn't stop it.) And the neighbor lady only had a rope in her hand. No halter. Well now, I have to give her credit for this: she did have a can of feed with which she was trying to lure them. My can. My feed. Cause I'm generous like that. Especially when I don't know it's going on. I jest, because of course I'd have told her to go ahead and use my can and my feed, had I been out there. The horses weren't interested, no matter whose feed it was.
I got one of my halters and went out in the pen to try and help. It was obviously a waste of time, because these horses were not going to be caught; but as we chatted, in the course of conversation I found out these horses get no hay at all, only a couple cans of feed a day.
"Let me get a flake of alfalfa hay and see what happens," I told her.
Well, that turned the big horse, Macon, into a pussycat; and the remaining horse simply followed them home.
Remind me to give Blue and Libby an extra treat today. I can always catch my horses.