Introducing Our New Roommates

We have twelve...twelve huge, inquisitive, troublesome, fascinating roommates.  A local breeder is leasing our pasture, mending our fences, and mowing our field in exchange for pasturing part of his herd.  Some are Tennessee Walking horses, others are saddle horses, all are broodmares with their colts.

They are magnificent animals full of energy and curiosity.  Suddenly, one will begin to gallop around the field, a few will follow and the rest will stand and stare at the circling parade.  In the house, it sounds like thunder so we look out the window to see if a storm is blowing in.

Their owner checks on them twice a day to make sure there is plenty of food and water.  The field is already stripped of every green grass blade or weed they can find; so napping on top of lunch has become a popular activity.

A couple are quite mischevious and have caused a few problems.  They figured out how to open the door to the old chicken coop, then pulled out the nasty cardboard covered in old hay left from our last flock of chickens.  It was a disgusting chore we have procrastinated doing for five years.  

Since the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, the temptation to escape has been overwhelming.  

One smashed part of the fence and the others eagerly followed their leader.  Waking to this view in my front flower bed did not make me happy.

It has been enjoyable having livestock again on our property.  It has added excitement, entertainment, and uncertainty.  She is definitely scheming and planning something.  I wonder, what will happen next?

UPDATE:  Life has not been the same.  There were more surprises in store for us.

The Stork Paid Us a Visit

The Stork Returns for Another Visit

The Last Straw...Hat

The Horses Have Left