Well, we moved back on June 10th, 2005. Our horses had been happily ensconced at Sylvan Mysts Stable ever since, until today. We made one last push to get the electric fence finished; the oddmix came over and offered some advice. About that time, Henry's hay truck showed up. 320 bales of hay later, and my biceps were barking. I tried to get our Ford 4610, affectionately known as "Tonka" to break up enough of the frozen tundra to bury electric fence hook-up wire under the two gates, but basically it just was not meant to be, today. gonzy317 and the entire family came over--bearing Lasagna. We got to meet her niece for the first time. After dinner her niece and Stipple spent some time getting to know each other. I gather he was a bigger snake than she expected. This visit made Q happier than could be--because while the various parents were making runs to buy fence supplies, pick up horses, etc., he and J, the eldest son, played Lego Star Wars...for hours.
gonzy317 went with Pam to get Con and Red over; they are in the turnout pen for the night. Tomorrow, I'll get the electric-fenced pasture squared away, and we'll turn the boys loose in the 100% board fence pasture so they can stretch their legs
The day is a bit of a blur, and utterly exhausting--but it was a really good one.
It's weird--I can look down the hill, and in the light of the flood-light, there are these two horses milling around the turn-out pen. On our land. Horses.