A lot of neighborhoods have gangs, hanging out on street corners, causing trouble. We've been seeing this bunch around lately, out by the mailboxes, loitering down the road. Yesterday they found themselves in our back pasture and spent the day, seven of them in all.
About 5:30, I was changing the water in and cleaning out the trough and dog bowls in the dogs' corral, and the horses were watching me over the fence. I realized that since they had spent a long hot day in the pasture with no water, they were probably thirsty. I went into the barn and got the wading pool we put in the corral for the dogs, took it into the pasture, and started running water into it from a hose. The horses drank it up so fast I had to check for leaks, because the pool would not fill up--but it was just because seven thirsty horses can down a lot of water. Gradually they became more accepting of me, as their thirst was slaked, to the point that one of them followed me around and nudged me if I stopped petting her.
They're gone this morning. I hope they come back, because it's nice to have horses around--and nice, too, not to have responsibility for them. Sort of like being grandparents, I imagine--you can enjoy them but then they go back where they belong and they're not your problem anymore.