As we pulled up at the farm last weekend we were greeted by these two beauties. I’ve been telling Stew for the last 20 years that I wanted a horse and looky here. There was a horse and a donkey standing at the gate.
As we sat in the car, I turned and looked at Stew.
Stew looked back at me and I knew we were thinking the same thing…
These don’t belong to us!
So how did they get inside our locked gate???
Our neighbor has horses so we figured their fence must be down which allowed these fellas to mosey over and hang out at our place.
We loaded back up and drove over to the neighbor’s house to let them know their animals had escaped. They said they would be right over to get them and so we drove back to the farm to wait on them.
And we waited.
And waited some more.
I finally gave up on the neighbors and decided to walk the fence line to find the hole that the horse and donkey had come through.
And boy was it a hole. Probably 50 feet or more of barbed wire was down and looked like it had been down for quite some time. Old trees were laying on parts of it and other parts were down for unknown reasons.
I imagine this wasn’t the first time the horse and donkey had come to visit our land. After all, in this instance the old adage was true…the grass was much greener on our side of the fence.
The Weekend Before…
Granddad Rick came to visit in the middle of February and we headed out to the farm to shoot guns thinking the rain would abate before we got there.
It didn’t as you can see but the mist and fog enshrouding the hills and hollers was pretty. As soon we pulled in, I grabbed my raincoat and hopped out of the car with Lucy .
She and I are used to walks in the cold rain; however, I forgot that those walks were always close to home and I could change clothes within minutes of leaving the dog park.
At the time my need to be out in nature was much greater than my need for dry clothes so I played ball with Lucy and then traipsed through the woods with Stew until the rain stopped.
I found this huge leaf close to the top of the trail. You can see the size of Lucy’s paw as a comparison…
And I saw the results of all the hard work Stew has been putting in on his days off. We now have trails through the woods where you don’t have to climb over downed trees or duck under low limbs.
Some parts of the farm are still overgrown and dense so taking pictures is impossible in those areas. It’s going to be a work in progress for years to come but it no longer seems overwhelming.
The boys shot guns with Granddad Rick. Even Reid gave it a try.
And Grey would have stayed there all day if we had let him. Check out the smoking gun in this picture.
The trees and shrubs were in bloom which made it feel more like spring than mid-February.
And the neighbor’s old barn is still standing.
The boys start spring break at the end of this week and we plan on spending some time at the farm working, playing, and unplugging.