But I doubt we'll be riding. Cliff had a previous commitment to help his brother (who always comes through for Cliff if he really needs help), and then there's the calf I'm supposed to get a call about today.
Now, Sassy's owner has been putting her in the stall at night because of her tendency to gain weight. Cliff and I have put up a stretch of electric fence that limits the horses' pasture experience, keeping them off all but about five acres of grazing.
I figured I'd have trouble getting her out of the six-inch-high clover and grass, but she let me halter her and lead her back to the horse pasture. I put up a dummy wire at the gate, figuring she'd think it was electrified and leave it alone. No dice; she was right back in there in no time.
So, I put her in the stall for the night, and this morning I confined her to the large lot, which is where I took this picture. You can see what horses do to limited pasture: They literally eat it in the ground. If you don't like that, you can give them the freedom to roam fifteen or twenty acres and watch them founder. Ruined pasture or ruined horses; that's the choice.
Anyhow, when Cliff gets home from helping his brother, we'll rig some different sort of new gate for Bonnie, one through which no horse can enter without getting a nasty shock.