It was 4 a.m. and I awoke to loud whinnying, a snort and banging sound. Next came the pounding of galloping hooves and a flash of white streaking past the RV window. More galloping. As I peered out the window, the white horse disappeared around the far side of the barn.
"Gene! The horses are loose." I fumbled for the cell phone and called John. After a sleepy "hello" and explanation, he and Beth were out the back door in two minutes flat. John approached the barn, "Guthrie, what are you doing?" The white horse was waiting patiently by the pasture gate for John to let him back in. Beth plodded across the back yard in pajamas and black rubber knee high boots (I wish I'd remembered to take a photo) and checked the inside the barn. Guthrie was the only horse that had gotten loose. He'd leaned against the west fence trying to reach the "greener grass" on the other side and in the process a board swung loose. Once out, the board sprung back and he was stuck outside the pasture and panicky since he was now separated from his herd.
By 4:26 a.m. John and Beth had settled the horses down, John had mended the fence, and they were back in bed. Another exciting horse story from the Crabb farm . . . one of many!
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