In the late 1970s I was in MQs at RAF Odiham. The garden backed onto that of another MQ on a parallel road. It was empty for a while then allocated to three single officers (the infamous, now sadly late, Scotty Weir being one of them).
Shortly after they moved in I noticed a large grey horse with its head over my fence, eating my flowers and the near edge of my lawn. The singlies had borrowed it from the Boss's wife to "mow" their back lawn and it obviously decided the grass was greener.....