This morning a little after 5:00, a commotion outside woke me up.
Crud. Horses loose on the road. All 40 or 50 livery horses were out. Only the 2nd time this year for an escape (and one of those times only 4 or 5 got out). Last year by July 9th, the herd had gotten out for the 4th time.
The wranglers and I put on a show for our early riser guests and got them all rounded up and back home. Leaping in front of a running herd, waving your hat and making a loud PSSSSSSSH'ing sound will either turn the herd, or get you killed.
The herd turned.
Our little herd was still pretty riled up. The greys, Jesse and Washoe had been running/bucking/f@rting the whole time the others were out. Didn't see Ranger, though.
B Hey buddy! Where are you?
R I mm em hr Beel.
B What's that, Ranger? I can barely hear you. Where you be?
R I amm in the scary shed Beel.
B Oh, there you are Buddy! Why are you hiding in the shed?
R There was too much excitement Beel. All of the neighbor horses were breaking the rules. That Mare and The Kid were running around being crazy like dogs. It is safer in here.
B It's safe now, Ranger. Come on out.
R Okay Beel. Can we eat now?
They got a snack.
We talked with the guests at breakfast and one of them told us "Where I come from, we NEVER get awakened by a stampede."
Sad. So sad.