This was me last week: "Um, Gem? What are you doing out in the yard?"
"And you're soaking wet!"
Seems someone limbo'd under the rope fence I put up at the pond's edge, took a dip in the water, then came up into the yard.
"Yeah, your buddy Zim, the barn, and YOUR pasture are back that way!"
Some of you may remember my battle two years ago with Zim - during the drought, the pond was low enough that he would wade over and come up into the yard to eat from the birdfeeders. I had to erect that dreadful orange construction fencing all around the horses' side of the pond to keep him where he should have been. Now, it seems, Ms. Gem is starting her own rebellion - second time in about a week she's gone for a mud soak. I added more ropes to the area she was getting through (based on sneaky hoofprints in the mud and along the shore). I hope I don't have to drag out the orange plastic fencing again, but we definitely need more rain!