Ah, spring. The birds are singing, the frogs are emerging to thrum and shrill, the mud is everywhere, just absolutely everywhere.
We've had a stiff breeze helping to dry the ground out, and some sunny days to boot, so I thought it might be a nice time to turn the horses out back for some exercise. They were feeling good, running and bucking and snorting.
And then Sam, who at 20 years old should know better, missed a turn, slid under the fence and took off like a banshee toward the house. He came back looking for Roxy and steamrolled one of our dogs before letting me catch him. Never a dull moment! [And please excuse my blue language at the end... it's never good when you realize your horse has just made a jailbreak!]
Fortunately, both Sam and our poor little vicious pit bull Ginger were both fine. :)