It has been chaos -- absolute chaos -- here on Jurassic Farm during the last week. That's because with the advent of spring, the $%^@ cattle have been discovering new and creative ways to get through the fences onto the neighbor's land.
A typical sight. See the cows? Well guess what -- neither do I. But they're out there. Somewhere.
Oh there they are, the little turds. A good quarter-mile away. Chasing renegade calves is just what I wanted to do at 7 a.m.
If it wasn't the Brat Pack (the yearling calves) getting out, it was Gimli the bull.
Get along, little doggie.
Right back through our nearly-nonexistent fence.
Okay okay, we'll work on the $%^@ fences.
See all the deceptively innocent and sparse looking vegetation on the ground near the base of where the fence line is? Well trust me, it was hell to get the wire to lie tight and flush against the poles with all those $%^@ bushes in the way. Oh how we longed for a battery-powered hedge trimmer!
For the record, there's something about working on fences that invites the worst possible weather. Over the couple days we worked, it rained, hailed, sleeted, snowed, and blew.
Remind me again about the simple joys of country living?