|The interlopers - one mule and one gray horse.|
|I just love watching mules' gaits!|
We went back through the brush and woods, crossed the mostly-dry creek where we found their tracks, and could tell from whence they came. By the time we crossed into their property, we were greeted by several other mules, horses, foals, hogs and cattle. Well, heckfire! How are we going to get the other two back over to rejoin this mess of animals in an overgrazed, junked-up area when they've just crossed over into 'the promised land' of green grass?
While looking things over (and seeing no sign of an actual residence or person), we noticed a longhorn bull up close to a fence. He was hog-tied between two trees - horn-tied, actually. Seems these folks decided a hammock in the woods would make a nice place to rest. Unfortunately, Mr. Longhorn had gotten his horns looped into the ropes, then wound around until the hammock support stick was lashed to his forehead. Well, dangitalltohell!
I was ever-so-grateful for my Neighbor Across the Street. We fetched a few cutting tools from the barn, then returned to the longhorn (and all of his equine, bovine, and porcine friends). After a few very worried snorts, head-tosses, and wild-eyed panicked looks, Mr. Longhorn agreed to let Neighbor approach and cut one of the ropes from one tree.
Neighbor leaned half-way through the fence (while Mr. Dancing Bull moved around) and was able to cut the remaining rope from the second tree.
Once that rope was cut, Mr. Longhorn took off like a batouttahell, towing that hammock behind him like a sail! This, of course, riled up ALL the other livestock. As he ran, all the others joined in with neighs, brays, moos and squeals, all running around like possessed creatures! Lo and behold, who couldn't resist the excitement? The two interlopers came back through the woods, crossed the creek, up into their area and rejoined their homies! Hallelujah!
Neighbor and I did our best to set the fence upright and repair some of the wiring to the posts propped across the creek. But something tells me, it won't be the last time we have uninvited visitors from across the creek. But hopefully it'll be the last of horns and hammocks...