My problem child

I looked out my window at lunchtime yesterday and was relieved to see the whole herd in the barn.

I grabbed my camera, thinking I'd take a few pictures of my practical equines 

staying cool in the shade on a hundred-degree day.

Me: Alan, that is so not cool.

So much for my theory that everyone's fly mask would stay on 

if everyone was wearing a grazing muzzle.

Alan and George were both hanging their heads in shame, so I wasn't sure who to blame.

Perhaps George was seeking retribution for the fly mask wedgie
Alan gave him a few years back.

 

Turns out it was the gate latch's fault.

Alan must have been trying to scratch off the mask when it got caught on the bolt.

He pulled back and cleanly ripped the ear piece from the mesh.

Such a clever boy.

While everyone tried to keep their cool in the barn, 

I went online to order more fly masks and lost mine.