The three amigos put on quite a display tonight at dinner time. I let them out to wander the driveway while I rolled the wheelbarrow to the dumping site. They followed, but then kept going toward the road so I herded them back in the opposite direction. They took off at a run down the driveway toward the gate to their yard, then turned around and were flying back toward me, bellowing in voices I've never heard before. Back and forth, back and forth, running and kicking. As I got closer to the melee I discovered the source of the crisis -- the wind had blown the gate closed and they were shut out! For the three donks it truly was a horrific situation.
I could only shake my head in amusement at their antics.