In my state if you run hotwire, you’re obligated to flag it or sign it as such. We have electrobraid and no one stops. (Of course, we’re out in the country, and most people are either neighbors or not inclined to just randomly stop at a stranger’s fence. (Plus Lucky would probably ignore them.)
Giddy-up, I broke my wrist riding my own horse on property I rented for keeping my own horses. My insurance company was just rabid about finding someone to blame. I finally wrote them (and cc’d the property owner, who they were also trying to go after) and said the responsible party was a 5yo named Elliott, and good luck getting anything out of him as he was essentially indigent and mentally incompetent to assume liability.
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You can also try putting up the warning signs for electric fence, until you do get hot wire installed, because I bet many people don’t know that electric fence looks different from regular fence.
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My mom and I did this too when I was a child. I never went inside the fence, but we did stop to let me pet horses.
Different times, different world. Glad I grew up when I did. City kid in the days when people still kept horses in their back yards, or in pastures that had not yet been turned into golf courses or condos.
I am very much an animal lover but my first idea is not to touch something that does not belong to me.
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I agree with you now as an adult.
But, as a young horse crazy girl I would and did pet any horse I could. I never trespassed on others property to do it ( I wouldn’t have) as the people neighboring our rural rental property all has horses as well as most people along our road. If a horse is accessible it seems that some people will want to pet it.
I was a very bad girl when I was about 13. A friend and I hiked through the woods to where there was a pasture with two horses (with carrots in our pockets). We fed the chestnut some carrots (not a huge amount) but the gray wouldn’t come over to the fence. A few months later, I bought the gray to be my first horse and he was great at it. Life works out sometimes. :lol:
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Well, since we’re into True Confessions, I was born and raised in San Francisco - but totally horse crazy. My mom said I inherited it from my great-grandmother who would run into the street (in Liverpool, Eng.) and berate cart horse owners for whipping their horses. Anyway, our family did not have the income to support a horse, but at age 9 I was given weekly lessons (at a cost of $3.50 each!!! (1954)). But once a week wasn’t enough! So…since we lived in the Haight-Ashbury, near Golden Gate Park, I would sneak out after 6PM in the summer (the gardeners left at 6), and climb over the fence into the pens behind the main playground where the pony and donkey ride animals were kept, and using a belt or piece of rope, would catch a pony and try to hop on and ride it bareback. Deep sand paddock. I hit the ground a LOT. ROFLOL.
I’m fortunate that we haven’t really had issues with people on our property to pet the horses. Our one neighbor will go over now and then but he helps take care of them when we’re away. He also puts the donkey back when he escapes…
One time though we came outside to get some more firewood on a cold fall Saturday to find a random guy in the paddock! He said he was from Time Warner and had to check the telephone pole. I stood outside and watched him and he left a few minutes later. I called Time Warner and they said they didn’t send anyone (and this guy was in a plain white van) so that freaked me out a bit. Our gate by the road now stays locked. And the electric fence that keeps the donkey in should keep everyone else out.
Now if only I could find a way to keep people off my store’s porch…its like these people think its a public hangout spot! Getting real tired of having to yell at people and the signs my landlord put up all got ripped down this weekend…
