Fences and horses

I never thought mending fences would mean standing ankle deep in mud, slogging through the spring run-off drenched pasture. But it did today. Horses are being shuffled down the hill, so that the upper pastures can recover from their hooves. A party in two weeks is putting the press on to get things ready. The pastures will be limed and overseeded, and in two weeks we should have enough green growing to make it at least look less like the mud wallow it was only a few weeks ago. Winter is truly mud. And only now is the grass finally growing.
So now the horses are down near the vineyard on the hill, grazing the grass that grows over the old logging road, and haunting the woods in search of green. Behind me the battery for the electric fence is recharging, and tomorrow the energizer will be connected and provide further incentive for the recalcitrant pony to keep inside. He is truly an escape artist, and I think he listens for the fence snapping to decide whether it's time to break out. He's usually good for a day before he's up to his tricks. I already closed off his back escape route so now he'll be forced to come up with some new attempt. The horses for the most part are content to graze, but the pony has other ideas. I think he likes showing off his intelligence. He's got an attitude, as do most hot blooded horses. I think he also has a dim memory of a time not too many years ago when he was a stud - before he was gelded. Spring was play time. The birds have sure been at it, the place is filled with chirping babies. And the leaves are just emerging, the resinous scent of them sharp and clear in the afternoon air. It is spring. And I am enjoying it too.

all for now,
B