Over at A Different Route, Joe Beth has a story about The Great Horse Escape. It reminded me of something that happened sometime during our recent Hip Gimp days.

It was a Saturday, I believe. There were several bands of thunderstorms with strong winds blowing through, and there was a lot of rain. The power was out. Mr. Big Food had decided that he was ambling along so well that he was going to return to working at his farm table in the Bunkhouse. I got the internet back up and running, got him a lantern, and helped him get situated. I then decided to pull the curtains to let in a little natural light. I was at one of the back windows which faces the “yard” and scrub woods when out of the corner of my eye I saw what– had it actually been a deer– looked like the biggest deer I’d ever seen.

Jack.

That’s right. Jack was standing in the muddy back yard.

Isn’t that interesting? And what’s a body to do about this?

Pretty amazing how quickly one can think when one’s donkey is wandering around one’s back yard in the rain. Got some carrots, found the bridle thingy, went out again to discover he’d wandered behind the Apartment.

Fortunately, he’s a pretty good guy and at the mere mention of carrots, he came trundling toward me, got one, then followed close behind me through the gate and into his pasture.

Yay! Me! Wonder how he got out?

Thirty minutes later, I looked out to see if I could see him, and indeed I could. Standing right next to the propane tanks on the side of the house.

Thinking quickly, again, I determined that returning him to the Pond Pasture– his pasture– was probably pretty futile especially since we still have no idea how he got out other than that he may have been spooked by some thunder and jumped the fence.

And so, I give you

Not as dramatic as a herd of horses escaping, though.