Lately, my worst intruder has been a blind horse, that we mistakenly thought was looking in our bedroom window.
Now that's funny Ken!
The best part was when I went to my "next door" neighbor. From another neighbor, I already knew it was one of her horses. I told her that I had a blind horse in my front yard. She said she didn't have any blind horses, nor were any of her multitude of horses missing (she has several hundred acres of poorly fenced property, and she cares for many dogs, cats, and horses that each have a myriad of issues.)
I told her that I was sure it was one of her horses. I described the horse. She asked me at least another dozen questions, then told me that it was only blind in one eye, and because it didn't have an eyelid on the other eye, the flies kept it from seeing from that eye! Yeesh! Her and her 80+ year-old mother came and retrieved the horse.
Fast forward six months.
This past Monday morning we had a light snow. I was headed to work a little late. As I headed out the county road, the blind horse was standing in the middle of the road. My conscious asked if I should knock on the lady's door, or should I call the sheriff. I did neither. When I returned home about 14 hours later, the blind horse was inside the fence line.
Sunil -- maybe you should think about moving across the border. Sometimes life on this side is not only humorous, but also a lot less stressful. (I've got seven acres of WV mountain-top with a WV "metal mansion" for sale at a real good price if you are interested -- sorry, no pond. All white sand and rocks.)
Life is good in West Virginia,
Ken
