So this morning when Rachel and I got done feeding the horses (a job we do a couple times a week to shave some off the boarding fees for Jazz) I went to the barn to feed the bunnies and escort the sheep to their pasture. When I walked in the first thing I saw was the stall door wide open. I thought, "Huh, Rob must have come and walked them up for me because we're runnning late." (He wouldn't ordinarily, but he was dropping his truck off at the dealership for some work and needed me to give him a ride home so I thought maybe he just didn't want to be late.)
I started to go right to where the bunny cages were and all of a sudden four sheep poked their heads around the stall door from the bale of hay they were mutilating and I swear their faces said, "Busted!" Rob says they were like teenagers home alone and decided to have a party. They had been all over the barn. Who knows how long they'd been out. The only thing I can figure is that because Rob came down to hold the light for me last night so I could put drops in Pippin's nose I didn't think to double check the stall door after he closed it.
I was fuming at first...they trashed the barn and I JUST cleaned it on Sunday! But then I really had to chuckle at them...I can just imagine the look on their faces when someone (probably Bronte) pushed on the door and oooh, it magically opened. Freedom! Unrestricted access to hay! I must say, they had very complacent, contented looks on their faces this morning out in the pasture chewing their cuds, probably exhausted from their little adventure.
Never a dull moment!
I started to go right to where the bunny cages were and all of a sudden four sheep poked their heads around the stall door from the bale of hay they were mutilating and I swear their faces said, "Busted!" Rob says they were like teenagers home alone and decided to have a party. They had been all over the barn. Who knows how long they'd been out. The only thing I can figure is that because Rob came down to hold the light for me last night so I could put drops in Pippin's nose I didn't think to double check the stall door after he closed it.
I was fuming at first...they trashed the barn and I JUST cleaned it on Sunday! But then I really had to chuckle at them...I can just imagine the look on their faces when someone (probably Bronte) pushed on the door and oooh, it magically opened. Freedom! Unrestricted access to hay! I must say, they had very complacent, contented looks on their faces this morning out in the pasture chewing their cuds, probably exhausted from their little adventure.
Never a dull moment!
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