Last weekend, my neighbor disked and seeded the pasture behind the trailer where the horses had done so much damage that nothing was growing but ragweed, which I am quite allergic to. Since last fall, I've had the seeding to replace what was damaged, and wanted to do a prepared seed bed, as when I hand broadcast it, nothing took. Ever since he finished, animals have been playing in his work.
When the vets came to work the herd, one of the helpers opened the pasture gate, and the chain that held it was not hooked around the post, as I always do so it doesn't disappear. (Have I mentioned how things get carried off when the horses feel playful? Huge tubs their grain goes in, strings of electric web, boxes and sacks, buckets, anything small enough to be carried around...) So the chain and snap vanished. I dug in the mud around the area without locating it, and finally replaced it with a new one from town, which turned out to be a few inches too short.
Coming home from an afternoon of shopping, the mares and geldings were behind the trailer. Before I got the cold things stashed, the neighbor's wife called to tell me the mares were on the seeding, and I needed to get them off. Eventually, I went out, caught Cariñosa by a hunk of mane I reached under her neck and grabbed from the far side, and used it as a halter to tug her along, getting over to the closed gate high on the hillside. I nearly lost them all when I had to release her to undo the wire holding the gate, but they eventually all wandered through and I got it hooked, then walked down the hill and through the muck at the bottom of the hill to the gate that they'ed opened. Propping a broken piece of board against it, I looked up to see the first of the herd crossing the creek, heading to the formerly open gate. After petting noses through the fence, I stored the too short chain and hook in the old house.
Putting the salt in the holder at the bottom of the hill in the yard of the old house, I let the herd come in to get it, but they came up the hill, going through the electric wire and into the house yard sometime during the night. At dawn, I found them back in the hay field. They followed me part way down the hill, so I shut the driveway gate and went around to the road gate and opened it, and the pasture gate, so they could go out on the highway, into the gate and right on out into the pasture. It took three "shoo's" to get them to go, and instead of passing between the close trees next to the old house, they all recrossed where they'd broken the electric wire and someone eventually saw the other open gate into the pasture. Taking the too short chain and bull snap, I got it to fit on that gate.
So, it was too soon for the seeding to have been coming up, and I figured I'd be safe. Ha! Yesterday, I had a flock of black birds with chocolate brown heads that are smaller than robbins, red-winged black birds, and meadow larks, but bigger than gold finches out there eating away. I wonder if any seeds are left.
I also have one raucous male blue jay who comes right down on the porch and steals a piece of cat food off the pile inches from the open front door. He's beautiful, but scares the kittens away. If the mothers are around, he parks on the fence post until they leave.