So we went ahead and bought some property in Ottawa
IL and started to build a house. Before it was done, we took my fathers
horses and my horse from Colorado. We built the fence ourselves ( equimesh
). However since our house was not built yet and we did not have a well
yet, I hauled water in every other day for three months till we got our well
done. My father, who is not the wealthiest man in the world offered them
to me after he learned hay that year was going to be 9.00 a bale. I
was happy to help after all one of the horses is mine since I was 11 years
old. I grain them every day and feed them twice a day and the always have
water and shelter, we have been very busy with our house so we probably dont
spend enough time with them, but they are preety happy being fat!!
ANYWAY, my neighbor who has never had a horse
before just got her first horse. We have been so busy with the house I
have not been able to talk to her about him but he looks very cute. I am
guessing she spent about 7to 10000 on the 3 acres of fence. He will
definitly be well cared for. HOWEVER, I believe she is the one who
called the Department of AG and said I was not feeding my horses, they were so
hungry that they are eating there own manure. The Dept. of Ag. comes out
and discovers they are all very fat. He was very annoyed that he had to
come out, but he says it happens all the time. THEN my husband
and I goto breakfast every Sunday morning, so while we are gone she must
of come over and fed my horses half a bale of hay because it was gone when we
came back. OK so now I am very mad. I go knock on her door but of
course she does not answer. I just cannot believe that I live next to a
fruit loop. So I put a camera on the hay, but of course she has not been
over. So I called the Dept of Ag and explaind and told them since they
wont give me her name for sure, if the would call her and explain to her the
dangers of feeding other peoples horses. They said they would, the
police said I cannot press tresspassing charges unless I catch her in the
act.
