Fire Story 4 |
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There was more fire Sunday night and Monday: I had finally bought a cell phone, called Jean and found out that the fire jumped all defenses and headed right for our base. Sunday night the fire burned right up to the mini pasture, the containers and the dogs. The men (responding to someone on the farm who said theyd seen flames close to the entrance of the preserve) watched Sunday night as the horses panicked and ran out of their mini pasture (which burned to a crisp). They tried to round them up but let them go again because they were too frightened. They then worked around the base to keep the fire away from the containers and the dogs big pen.
Then they did what they could at the containers, and at times the fire stopped only inches from causing terrible trouble . . . To make a long story short, the horses came back Monday, though I spent two hours on top of the steel sunroof of the tractor as Jean drove all over and we searched for them. The farm roads are all overgorwn. To get to where we thought the horses might be we had to cut our way through thick bush: At one point we hit a terrible bump, I lost my balance, threw myself flat on my back (or was thrown), my feet shot forward and Jean grabbed an ankle. Whooee! What a ride! |
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