In which Ezra and I are outwitted, again and again, by our cunning, furtive, troll of a horse.
Superman the miniature horse is escaping every evening, after dinner, and munching around the place all night. We have no idea how he's getting out!
Here you see him, a few minutes ago, after he'd been up on the porch and down (at my urging) several times. He's like a giant, giant squirrel, he can't be deterred. He has scattered the chickens and is eating their sunflower seeds.
Yesterday we put an alluring bowl of treats outside the electric fence and waited to see if Superman would escape while we were watching. He studiously ignored the whole situation - but under cover of darkness he did escape and ate all the treats. Just like Santa Claus coming down the chimney, how does he do that?
I have charged Ezra with the task of discovering the escape route. Details, if any can be uncovered, to follow.