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What would you do, if you heard someone screaming? Screaming loudly at you to please stop what you were doing? If you were our neighbours to the west, you would turn off your movie, and go outside to investigate. If you are our neighbours to the south you continue to flaunt the law and endanger others in the pursuit of having fun....

The evening started with Rob and I getting home from dinner just before 9pm. I was exhausted and would have just done night feed and gone to bed, but Lindsey was in the barn bathing Java to get ready for her 4H show. I missed hearing her truck leave, and for once I am glad she was out late, and that I procrastinated.


I headed out just before 10pm and noticed fireworks going off to the south. The horses were alert, but not overly bothered by the sputtering initial attempts to light up the sky. The geldings came galloping up from the back, and the rest kept their eyes on the south sky between bites of hay.


But then they set off some crazy ass sounding whistling sparkler things...and that was it. The fillies completely LOST it. I called Rob to come out and started SCREAMING for our neighbours to knock off the fireworks. Piper in particular wanted OUT of there and was ramming the gate and I think would have considered jumping if I (and soon Rob) had not been on the other side. Once Rob was there to keep them from jumping out and rushing the fence I ran to the top of the hill to once again scream at them to stop. But apparently they HAD heard me...as I heard back "Deal with it Karen, it is a Birthday Party" .





WTF?





Deal with it?





Four young horses are blindly panicking and in imminent danger, and she wants me to "deal with it"?

Not that she knew what the issue was; they can't see up and over our hill. For all they knew a horse was trapped in the fence/gate, running while injured, or a person had been hurt while handling their horse when the fireworks started.

But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they and their guests got to watch and listen to those fireworks.

Stuff like that pisses me off and frightens me. I am SO glad Lindsey's late night at the barn meant that I was out when the loud fireworks went off; who knows what would have happened if Rob and I had not been out there to keep them from rushing through or over the gate and fence. Can you imagine if they HAD gotten out? Four young horses, one with a previous injury, running in blind panic?

The ignorance and disregard for our safety and well being still shocks me.

But at least I know the neighbours to the west can be counted on to come check on things if they hear screaming.

Karen