Heh. Further to my last Horses in Fiction post on the noisy horse, my principle of "when your horse talks, listen" was amply demonstrated just now. I stepped out to get a chunk of wood for my woodstove and heard a horse nicker. Since all of the neighbor horses have been well established in their pastures for a very long time, that immediately made me wonder what was going on.
My suspicion was confirmed by the sight of my neighbor's white pony staring up the hill toward my barn. Upon investigation, lo and behold, there was a second neighbor's pinto mare in the pasture with my two. She has visited before, with generally unhappy consequences for my fences (she is built like the proverbial brick outhouse).
I had just started down the hill to see if my neighbor was home when I encountered her out looking for her mare. Happy ending all around, though she did not, I note, offer to fix my broken fence... Ah, well, better that Bailey breaks my fence and gets off the road than that she gets hit by a car in her travels.
The source of her sudden urge to roam? She's in heat, what else?
Geldings are SO much less trouble!