Last night the fireworks show began at 9:30. All 3 equines, even the little mule, were agitated, heads up, eyes rolling, Syringa was trotting around quickly, and made worried nickering noises. I sat on the fence and tried to soothe them with my presence. I don't know how helpful that was, but at least I was on hand for any immediate action, whatever the heck that could have been.
There was no way I was getting in their pens with them in the dark.
I hung out with them afterward until they began breathing deeply again.
Went to bed at 10:30. At 11:30 DH's phone got a spam call, at 12:00, just as I was sleeping again two big booms from the neighbors woke us up. Just in case he hadn't trampled our goodwill already I guess. I lay there fuming, then went and got my headlamp and a book and read to us to get my mind off all the revenge scenarios I was playing in my head., lol.
Early bed tonight hopefully, and uninterrupted sleep.