The Dark Horse
I was in bed drifting off just about to enter my Bardo of dreams. Suddenly I can hear what I thought was the ticking of my wife’s alarm clock. I can hear it tick when everything is silent, but it is barely audible. This ticking seemed somewhat louder than normal. Then the ticking seemed to break rhythm of normal ticking. It would start, stop and start again. In my pre-dream state I wondered why that would be happening. When I realized I bolted out of bed and headed outside with a flash light.
I spotted one horse in her proper place and then I saw the other one eating grass on the outside of the pasture. He wandered down to the road and headed back into the property.
Horses can be contained with a psychological barrier such as a string. They don’t like pressure on their bodies and the pressure from a tight string will keep them from leaving, but sometimes they want to wander and they can break their psychological bonds and walk right through it. I try not to use the electric fence 24/7 because the charger throws off static and I try to respect local folks who listen to AM radio. It is annoying to try to listen to short wave radio at night with the constant pulse of an electric shooting static like a metronome.
Horses seem to know when a fence is turned on but they won’t test it very often. Cows on the other hand will test a fence every day and take every opportunity when they are turned off.
So today I will need to weed whack the fence line and charge it up again. No good can come when a black horse wanders a black street in the night.