Dawn lost not just one, but two different, fly masks - nice Cashell masks with ears and long noses - in her pasture over the past week or so. I've been looking, and not finding - the pasture she's in isn't that big, maybe 5 acres. The boys don't wear fly masks in turnout - Red won't tolerate one and the boys also play too much face tag to keep one on. Their pasture is a lot bigger than Dawn's, and I wouldn't want to have to search for masks in all that acreage. Dawn appreciates her mask - she has a terrible problem with tiny flys that like to get in her ears - but when she rolls she often dislodges the mask from one or both ears and then it just falls off - whenever I find one of her masks, it's always still fastened.
So today I had a little time, and was systematic about it. The masks weren't in the shorter grass - they would have been easy to see - one was gray and the other black. They had to be in the rough - the mares' bathroom areas, where the grass and weeds get taller - or in the weedier areas along the stream. So I slogged through every one, and found not one, but two masks, deep in the weedy areas where she'd rolled - it made sense that she wouldn't roll in the roughs and now I know where to look next time. And I found a shoe - pad, clips and nasty nails protruding - and two boots . . .
We'll see how long she keeps her mask on this time . . .