JB
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Yesterday afternoon I was at the kitchen sink and was surprised to see a couple of emaciated horses and a burro grazing in my back yard.
I walked out to greet them and discovered a couple of distraught teen girls running up my drive calling to the steeds, followed by a man with a tub of grain.
I exchanged greetings with both horses and found them very docile, so I took the halter one of them was wearing and started to lead her down the drive. The other horse and the burro followed.
Seems the family are new neighbors from a half mile or so away. They are just getting started rescuing neglected horses and one daughter had let them out to pasture with the outer gate still open. The burro is a "horse sitter" but led them onto the highway where they made a beeline to The Hideout and settled on my back yard to graze.
Dad is a recently retired pastor and couldn't apologize enough for the inconvenience his girls had caused. I insisted it was no inconvenience at all, but a pleasant adventure.
I helped the girls halter the other horse and the burro and they went on their way.
This afternoon I am awakened from one of my ever-too-frequent naps by a timid knocking on my back door. There are the girls from yesterday with a plate of home-made "cookies". I was sooo pleased and thanked them profusely.
Later I tried the "cookies". BLEAH!! Chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered stale Ritz/peanut butter sandwiches and nice looking but tasteless chocolate chip cookies.
The silver lining? I will keep the cookies for a long time to remind me of what nice new neighbors I have, but I don't think I will be available for dinner invitations.
I walked out to greet them and discovered a couple of distraught teen girls running up my drive calling to the steeds, followed by a man with a tub of grain.
I exchanged greetings with both horses and found them very docile, so I took the halter one of them was wearing and started to lead her down the drive. The other horse and the burro followed.
Seems the family are new neighbors from a half mile or so away. They are just getting started rescuing neglected horses and one daughter had let them out to pasture with the outer gate still open. The burro is a "horse sitter" but led them onto the highway where they made a beeline to The Hideout and settled on my back yard to graze.
Dad is a recently retired pastor and couldn't apologize enough for the inconvenience his girls had caused. I insisted it was no inconvenience at all, but a pleasant adventure.
I helped the girls halter the other horse and the burro and they went on their way.
This afternoon I am awakened from one of my ever-too-frequent naps by a timid knocking on my back door. There are the girls from yesterday with a plate of home-made "cookies". I was sooo pleased and thanked them profusely.
Later I tried the "cookies". BLEAH!! Chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered stale Ritz/peanut butter sandwiches and nice looking but tasteless chocolate chip cookies.
The silver lining? I will keep the cookies for a long time to remind me of what nice new neighbors I have, but I don't think I will be available for dinner invitations.
