I let the horses do the mowing, when we actually have grass, that is.
Speaking of which. We have this elderly mare. She has chronic health problems, and isn't exactly the picture of equine beauty, but she's a good kids horse. She gets the barn all to herself over the winter because she needs special feed, and a warm place to sleep.
This morning I let her out of her pen to browse around the house (about a five acre fenced area). I figured since I was outside, and my son was outside working on his car, she wouldn't wander out the gate to her favorite spot in the neighbor's pasture.
She went to visit the other horses. She rolled in the dirt. She stayed nice and close to the house. She was being so good.
Then I came inside for something.
I'd hardly got in the door, and my son comes in to find me. He says, "The minute you were out of sight, Tilly hauled ass for her favorite spot."
"She went out the gate?"
"Oh yeah."
What a crazy horse.
I'm sorry. 
