Well, another adventure tonight. Eating dinner (fish n chips, thank you AK fishermen), had 5 horses stroll into the yard, not a halter between them. Out the door I went, DS working parking Sherlock in the mudroom (he started going nuts), and DH right behind me, "do you know where they belong?"
2 neighbors over, the same ones that went up the road a couple of years ago, I think.
Horses turned around and right back out the gate into the empty field. DS ended up with the job of looking up a phone number in the book (he got to the correct last name and went "there's a bunch. Dunno which one" now knows about city/address stuff). I started down the road (only one fully dressed). Part way down the road, I saw a side by side come up over the edge from the suspected property. Good. I know where the horses go and phone call isn't needed. SBS turned into the field (1 occupant) and horses started moving back towards me....I started into field to try to head them off....nope, they enmass came towards me, ears up... K. I turned into a "large rock", hands on hips, elbows out, stand tall, and stay put. 4 horses in front of me, 1 circled around behind me. SBS came up behind them and feed bucket came out. Halters went on 2, one of which was herd boss. I ended up walking the boss back while owner in SBS with other on lead semi-herded the other 3 along back. The 3 loose horses turned into the barn rather than the pasture with the open gate in front of them (not the gate they slipped for their adventure).
Horses ended up in pastures in pairs, slipped gate closed, and I got a ride back in the Side By Side along with retrieving the feed bucket that certain 4-legged critters knocked out on the way back home.
Sherlock gave me a thorough sniffing over followed by doing the same with the yard and started down the drive/field. We'd gotten him a new training collar with more flexibility and range, so he came right back (vibration, YES!). He also stopped well short of Castor with the enthusiasm and walked around him calmly (entirely of his own volition) to which Castor showed his appreciation by not clawing at him (body language said claws were about to come out) and sniffing noses instead.
Chickens were entirely oblivious and put themselves to bed while I was out. I did close the coop before the sniff over with Sherlock.