Jack, Ben and I stretched and attached 1300 plus feet of fencing in the back acres today and yesterday.
Now the animals can eat the luscious hay before we get our first heavy frost.
It was hard work -- sweating work -- power lifting work. But in the end, it's all good.
Farming is difficult, dangerous work -- nearly every day. There is an opportunity for corral panels to tip over and land on you in the barn (right, Amanda?); for fall off of stacked high round bales while re-attaching the tarps; possibility of being pinched or poked by wire/fencing; and then there's the Bobcat and all of the havoc it can wreak. And, of course, the tractor and it's ability to die in the middle of the pasture -- and gasoline cans to be carried hundreds of feet.
Wow. It's amazing that we're all still alive and walking, isn't it?
I'll take pix in the back acres with llamas munching mouth-fuls of grass. Look for them!