We've had a few interlopers in the neighborhood again. One day I looked out towards the back pasture and spotted a few new equines in the neighboring field. It didn't take them long, and they made it all the way up to our neighbor's front pasture.
We knew who these beautiful mules belonged to and the neighbor and I paid a visit to the old man that lives beyond the creek and woods behind her property. He agreed to come retrieve his escapees.
Although well-fed and cared for, the mules have no grazing area on his small acreage, and he feeds a lot of round hay bales to keep them healthy.
By the time the old man came over to retrieve his mules, our neighbor agreed to let them stay in a cross-section of her back pasture so they'd be able to graze for a while.
The moral of this story? It pays to be half-assed and trespass, sometimes.