Well, it looks like we’ve gone a little too long without the electric fence (I of course don’t care because I’m too short to touch it 🐴).

Normally the horses won’t trespass when an area is quartered off with a rope. I guess that was then and this is now. Here they are munching heaven-knows-what in the old runway to the far pasture. It was closed because there’s a big, leg-hurting trench down the center. This has “Iris" written all over it. 🐎