Baasha visits #72

This morning I looked out the window and saw Baasha in #72, the hippy's property! I was so shocked - Baasha has never gotten out, not once, since moving here. I've been pretty proud of that fact too.

Do you know that feeling of suddenly seeing your horse where it is not supposed to be? Escaped? It's such a shock.

I ran over there with a halter, thankful that they have a good fence facing the street, and caught him. He was feeling uncomfortable there and tossed his head at me impatiently when I asked him to come with me to see if he did any damage. The hippies have all sorts of things a horse could ruin - especially candles and solar lights strewn about in the grass everywhere. I was thrilled to finally have an excuse to snoop around because I know they've done a lot of work this year.

They'd built a second structure - this one is a covered seating area with a table and a rooftop garden. There is another area with planks hanging from trees from ropes that serve as shelves and it is a kitchen. The bathroom is a tee-pee with velvet fabric.

A big fire circle is next to the homemade sweat lodge. There is an odd shrine under the purple hazelnut bush that Baasha likes to snack on from our side.

Rocks, mirrors, dreamcatchers, feathers and rustic candleholders - it was like that phase I went through in my 20s. Except for the feathers and dreamcatchers.

I found one pile of horse poop but for the life of me I could not figure out where Baasha got onto their land. All of our fences look fine, and I couldn't see any trampled grass by any fenceline. It was like someone transported him in there.

I took Baasha home, locked him in the stall until I did more fenceline checking, and went back to clean up that poop.

I don't like not knowing how he got in but he must have just pushed under the fence. I hate to have to turn on our fence but I did. I also turned it up to high and checked the entire fenceline - 10,000 volts all around. I hope it doesn't kill him.

I spent an hour torturing him with grooming and hoof cleaning and tail washing and I even washed the pollen out of his nostrils and eyes. He was so upset about that invasion - I guess I'll stick with warm water in the future.

The photos are from a few minutes ago after the torture session. A lot of hair is still coming off and I'm so tired of it!

OH, and guess what - we had some rain today! Glorious rain! I'm sure this horse is no longer white by now.

UPDATE: This will have a Part 2: Baasha Gets Shocked because I was able to witness it.