I turned my horses out today for the first time since the accident, albeit gimpily.
When I pulled up the driveway to bring them in they were grazing all the way at the back of the pasture. I thought "oh man, now I'm going to have to hitch my way across the whole pasture to get them."
Wouldn't you know, as soon as I parked the quarters started walking towards the gate. I got out of the car and Gwen started GALLOPING towards the gate. When I finally got there she pushed her (dominant herd member) brother out of the way to get haltered first.
So much for being hard to catch, eh?