Take time out to eat the roses

SO got home from work today to find the horses in the garden. Evidence suggests that they had been out for quite some time and the trail of extra fertiliser went all over the lawns, driveway, garden beds and courtyard.

As I had left for work some three hours previous I was given a stern talking to about the dangers of leaving gates open. This from the chap who went out to get a pizza one night, left the front gate open and discovered all our sheep in his headlights in the middle of the road on his return.

They had been in the sheep yards and the old pet lamb Angel had unlatched the side gate into the garden. After sampling various exotic plants they had made the familiar trip up the road en route to their old stomping ground. Luckily SO was just in time to head them off at the intersection and call for cavalry or we would never have known where they'd gone.

That was not to be the last time various stock decided the grass was greener on the other side of the house. I was trying for the elusive five-minutes-of-peace with a cup of tea on the front verandah when Annabelle and her entourage wandered into view.

They too had decided the half-dead lawn was tastier than their own dry paddock, sheep nuts and various hay rations and made off through the garden gate to sample it. A slightly warming if merry chase ensued and they were back in their yard before SO got home. This time.