It was my day to muck stalls, and I was supposed to show the new girl how we do it and where everything is. So we get there and all the horses are in their stalls, which I thought was weird since they usually get turned out after breakfast, but I just figured there was a reason for it. I open the barn door and Brady, the 4 year old German Warmblood, had gotten out of stall and ripped up everything he could find (opened and dumped bags of dog food, pulled down signs, and destroyed all our ribbons) awesome! I text BO to let her know.
Then BO's mother shows up and says, "Did you hear that no one showed up to feed breakfast?" I said no, but I wondered why they hadn't been turned out. Then helped her feed and turn out the horses. I walked up the hill to feed my boy and his other two turnout buddies (they don't get stalled at night) and they are nowhere to be found. I look and sure enough they broke through the fence.
I find Scout, the 20 year old QH/Morgan, relatively easy. He never left the property, just went outside the broken fence. But Gaylen and Cody are gone. BO's mom, the new girl and I searched for 3 hours before we finally found them in a neighbors backyard.
I'm bringing them back up the hill and see Snickers, an Arabian, halfway in the hay loft. I started running because that loft isn't the best quality, it's old and rickety. We only keep 10 bales of hay in that barn at a time for a reason. (We have a whole other barn just for hay) When I get up there I realize Tucker and Malibu, QH's, are in there as well! The door was shut, I saw the BO's mom shut it, so how they got it open IDK. I pulled a huge ladder and propped it in front of the door so they couldn't do it again.
On my way back to put my horse (Gaylen) up, Snickers bites Scout. Scout jumps sideways and hits me hard with his shoulder. I tumbled down the rocky hill, I have no idea how I managed NOT to get injured.
Then I still had to muck stalls, water the horses, clean up Brady's mess, sweep and feed dinner.
I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower. Now, I'm exhausted and sore and I still have to cook dinner! Some days horses are crazy!