Wild horses
This morning, the horses got out.
Someone banged on the door and the dogs went crazy and I went and opened it and the lady told me the horses were out.
Great.
I pulled on my boots and ran down to the barn for lead ropes and cookies. That’s when I noticed the gate was wide open.
Someone had been leaning on it.
I don’t know for sure who it was, but I have my suspicions.
[Calyx]
When things like this happen, I never expect anyone to come help. That’s the city girl in me. But the good people of Hamilton Township had our backs again. So many people stopped to help. One of our neighbors, who also keeps horses, caught them for us while I stood around uselessly holding cookies. His name is Hal. We learned a lot from Hal today.
When we got back to the farm, the township road crew had arrived to help.
Word gets around.
I am currently feeling sheepish because I haven’t done enough to meet my neighbors, and still, here they are today helping to corral five very stressed out horses and bring them home.
Today I experienced the magic of community. Your neighbors are just friends you haven’t met yet.
Thanks guys.