24/12/2025
Samson has become quite the escape artist recently, finding the most obscure places to slip through the fence that take us days to find. And every time Matte repairs the fence with a “That’ll fix him” Sam smiles discreetly and finds another spot. And then Q, Sam’s faithful consort, started joining him on these night forays.
Now, Q is a proper lady, a very well-bred registered Quarter horse, who grew up with stables and things till she was 4 or 5. She’s always had an eyebrow raised at the lifestyle I dragged her into. If she was a person she’d be a hardworking business woman with her eye on the clock and perfectly manicured nails. She actually gets a bit stressed if we don’t get down to let her in quickly enough, and you can see her tapping her wristwatch, “What time do you call this!”.
Sam on the other hand grew up semi-feral, in the Golan Heights, and is always half a step away from giving up on civilised life. He is perfectly capable of taking care of his own survival thank you, and yes, you people are handy and I enjoy the carrots etc, but not essential…. So if we don’t get to him in a timely fashion he will just go look for his own way in, crossing ditches, clambering over rock walls, arriving happily home at the back gate, via lord knows where.
It’s not a big deal when the horses wander from time to time. We are surrounded by scrubland and oak trees, not agricultural land, so no harm done. There are no close neighbours or vehicles, let alone busy roads, and honestly, I quite like it that they go explore and get some good grasses. They don’t go far (usually!) and mostly it’s one or two at a time. In the morning they summon us with loud whinnies to come and open the gate and trot up to join the others waiting for breakfast.
So we have always played the game, they get out, we fix the fence, and they respect that until the next time 🙂 But I am a little bit worried that now Sam has got a taste for the nightlife, he has changed the rules of the game and sees finding new sneaky escape routes as a fun way to give us a challenge.
It makes me laugh, I love horses who think for themselves. Although I’m not the one who has to walk the fence, looking for clues as to where the hell….! So what do you say Matte? Game on? Do you think you’ve fixed it now? I guess we’ll see tomorrow.
(Don’t tell Matte I’m rooting for Sam haha)