She and Bean are touring the perimeter in their 4x4 looking for weak spots in the fence. Matthew has spotted some but Bean says Matthew is obsessive about fences and he's not convinced it matters. Neither am I. There's a cordon sanitaire between our fences and the next door neighbour's- a no-man's land two or three feet wide full of rabbit holes and tree stumps. Our fences may be a little run down but any horse that ventured beyond them into the neutral zone would be stopped from going any further by our neighbour's chain link fencing which is higher than my head and unjumpable and unrammable.
Yesterday was mild and sunny- with real warmth in the sunshine. Today there's a chilly breeze- the forerunner, as I understand, of the weather system that has been burying the Eastern United States in snow.