Boys

Unlike our good pal Pinto* who moves out of and back in the field at will, Christopher can only figure out how to get out.  When he realizes everyone's gone in without him or the horses come charging up and scare him half to death, he starts crying his eyes out until I come rescue him.  

This happens every day.  

Yesterday it happened three times. 

I feel like that funny little kid marching through his yard, yelling at the crowing rooster.

This morning I stood out back to spy on him after I let everyone out.  

Bea helped.  She agrees with the little kid as well, but mostly in a farm rules enforcement capacity...although she's probably as tired of listening to him as I am.

He stayed with the flock for awhile and then started easing back our direction...but, while too stupid to figure out how to get himself back out the way he came in, he was smart enough to know we were spying on him.  

We relocated to a more stealth location...sitting in comfortable chairs on the porch with Archie making uncomfortable muffins on my lap...

...so I missed the shot of him crawling under the fence down at the creek.

As I type this he's standing at the gate nearest the Wool House, once again yelling for help at the top of his lungs...for the last time**.

(Grabs spare fence plank...)

*I think I'm going to add a new category to the blog - a "fer crying out loud" label.  Unless I tagged it wrong, I don't think I've ever shared Pinto getting out and back in the barn lot :-o.  Don't let me forget!

**Famous last words