Imagine our surprise when one morning last week we stepped out of the barn and discovered a section of fence draped in tree branches. We hastened over, followed closely by the woman saying "Wait, hold it, let me check it out first". Of course we ignored her and increased our pace. We arrived in a dead heat and discovered a huge tree had split down the middle, taking two others with it, leaving just the bottom rail of the fence standing. The woman burrowed inside the tent of branches and emerged to tell us that there was no way we could squeeze through. We'll just see about that, I thought to myself. We played along and wandered off into the paddock looking innocent.
When she had gone, we sidled back and Doc said "Keep a lookout. I'm goin in". He muscled his way inside and a chorus of snapping and popping emerged as he reconnoitered. "I dunno," he said, sounding like he was inside a cavern. "One of you little guys could prolly get through." As if on cue, the woman appeared on the horizon - much like the proverbial bad penny. She was counting "One, two, three...oh cr**", she said "where's Doc?!" We all froze, including Doc. She arrived, panting, and Doc chose that moment to explode out of the tree like a thing possessed, branches attached to various parts of his person. The woman did a very good impersonation of a gymnast doing a back handspring. There were dark looks and much glaring and two fence repair male humans showed up soon after.
We were sorry to lose our potential route to freedom but supervised the humans closely. They used a loud, hand-held device with a rotating chain. It made intriguing demonic sounds and created a shower of dust and wood chips. It was eerily reminiscent of TJ on one of his missions. In no time at all a new rail was installed and the old ones back in place. Disappointing, to say the least. Jack and I rolled in the wood chips but really, as of that moment, the corner holds no further interest for us.