The neighbor's horses came strolling up the driveway this morning. They do that from time to time.
One of them, aptly named Houdini, is adept at undoing latches and opening gates, and he lets everyone else out while he's at it.
Knowing it would make his morning, I called down to The Hubby: "There are horses in the back yard, in case you're interested."
I could hear him scrambling into his Carharts. "Wanna help me round 'em up?"
Having just rolled out of bed and being still in my jammies, I declined. "No thanks. You go right ahead."
He really loves trying to catch the horses. Mind you, he's never actually brought in the herd, but he does get an A for effort.
This time, he set off at a jog around the far side of the pasture to head them off before they got to the woods. He succeeded in turning them around, and got hold of the one horse with a halter. Unfortunately, it was not the alpha horse and the others were undecided about whether to follow him home.
Things were going pretty well, though, until a deer hunter nearby fired a gunshot. With that, the horses were off and running. All The Hubby could do was to hike down to the neighbors and tell 'em that "They went thataway."