Last week I had just gotten Little Man up from his nap and was carrying him into the living room when I caught movement in our front yard out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over expecting a couple of quail or maybe a dog, and instead found a large white horse munching grass contentedly about four feet in front of my window.
This won’t go down as my best mothering moment, but my first thought was that I had to get a picture of this. I had failed at getting photo documentation of loose livestock for the opening incident that gave this blog its name, and then again a couple of weeks later when Dave was wrangling a pig that had gotten out of its pen. I was not going to fail today… Remember the part where I said I was carrying my sleepy toddler? Yes…
I unceremoniously plunked Little Man down on the couch and ran for my phone. The horse was already moving on, so I had to be fast. No time to grab the other camera in my office. Of course my phone’s memory was full and wouldn’t take the shot. Quick a delete of a couple of (hopefully) already downloaded pictures, and I was able to get these photos. The horse had already moved farther away, but was still in our yard and was now apparently interested in playing a little basketball after his snack.
Let me also introduce this “horse” a bit better. He belongs to a neighbor who originally named him Pegasus, but he just goes by Gus. While I was trying to find a phone number of that neighbor to call about the escapee and hoping that the Farmer-Landlord’s dog didn’t find Gus first, another neighbor came out and escorted Gus home before he got too much of a nibble going in her flower garden.
In the meantime, Little Man had started to protest his abrupt drop on the couch. I went to assuage the bruised toddler sensibilities with a little juice and story time, secure in the knowledge that I had FINALLY caught a photo of a beastie loose around our house, and that Gus was no longer out.