Escapees in the Night

Last night at about 1:30, the dogs woke me from a very deep sleep. John was peering out the window and having no luck in quieting the dogs. Then I heard him say those dreaded words: I think the horses got out. Okay...contacts are thrown into the eyes, a sweater thrown over the t-shirt that I sleep in, and out the door with bare legs and bare feet. It is still very chilly here at night! Haley (not pictured) was quickly returned to her stall, but these two beasties (Thunder on the left, Sunshine on the right) were too busy munching on rye grass in the side yard and took more persuasion. Everyone was returned to the barn relatively quickly though with only one accident: Haley managed to find time to kick John, but he is okay. Ah, the grass is always greener on the other side and fresh grass is much better than hay