A funny thing happened at our house the other day while I was at the Cheyenne quilt guild meeting. Steve said that the dogs began barking like crazy. When he looked out the back door he saw one horse, then another and a third one. Hmm. They were VERY close to the house. He realized that they were our neighbor's horses from across the road. They're very pretty horses, one's cream colored, another is black and the third is a deep brown color. But I've never looked closely to see whether they are geldings or mares.
Their grandkids were visiting and went for a drive on the Gator. You got it, they forgot to latch the pasture gate. So the horses decided it was a grand time for a walkabout. They crossed the road and couldn't wait to get to the long, lush grass behind our house. I'm sure that they couldn't believe how much softer it was than the prairie grass they've been grazing for the last few months.
Steve went outside to try and help the grandkids and the grandfather to gather up the horses. The only problem is that they belong to the grandmother and no one else was a horse person. They managed to get one harnessed and led back to the pasture. The other two wanted no part of that and moseyed down the road to the main dirt road before walking up our landlord's driveway. The landlord had some grain and that stopped those last two horses from going any farther. All that time Steve was driving his car behind everyone to keep the horses from escaping. Luckily the grandmother came home and helped. She got one by wrapping her sweater around its neck and gave Steve the lead to the other and they walked the horses back.
You just never know when you'll have to do the cowboy thing here. I guess we should take horse lessons so that we'll be better prepared to help out. It's always something different out here on the prairie. :-)