The weather was BEAUTIFUL today. A little breezy, but we almost hit 70 and the sun was actually shining! After C got home and S was up for her nap, we went outside for a bit. I was working on pulling weeds in the garden while the kids played in the drive way.
While I was working, I heard the cows mooing at the farm next to my parent's house (yes we live in the sticks. BFE is closer to civilization.) I noticed it, but didn't pay much attention. About 10 minutes later S ran up to me shrieking in terror, completely hysterical, unable to use any words at all. I scooped her up and turned around to see what could be causing such monumental distress, figuring that C had snagged a favorite toy.
Nope.
Not even close.
Five of the neighbor's cows were standing about 15 feet from us grazing in the hay field. They were right were the field meets the grass of our lawn. No wonder she was so scared.
I took her into the house, got her settled down and handed her off to grandma. Caleb and I then herded the cows back home only to discover that they had broken through the electric fence in several places. I patched it together the best I could, given it isn't my property and we headed home.
Not 20 minutes later, they were back out, apparently having decided that fresh hay beats whatever they are currently grazing on. I obviously will not get hired on as a farm hand because baling twine just doesn't work to repair an electric fence.
Thankfully this time the farmer was home and he was able to round them up, but C and I still trekked over to let him know that the fence had broken in a couple of places.
While I was working, I heard the cows mooing at the farm next to my parent's house (yes we live in the sticks. BFE is closer to civilization.) I noticed it, but didn't pay much attention. About 10 minutes later S ran up to me shrieking in terror, completely hysterical, unable to use any words at all. I scooped her up and turned around to see what could be causing such monumental distress, figuring that C had snagged a favorite toy.
Nope.
Not even close.
Five of the neighbor's cows were standing about 15 feet from us grazing in the hay field. They were right were the field meets the grass of our lawn. No wonder she was so scared.
I took her into the house, got her settled down and handed her off to grandma. Caleb and I then herded the cows back home only to discover that they had broken through the electric fence in several places. I patched it together the best I could, given it isn't my property and we headed home.
Not 20 minutes later, they were back out, apparently having decided that fresh hay beats whatever they are currently grazing on. I obviously will not get hired on as a farm hand because baling twine just doesn't work to repair an electric fence.
Thankfully this time the farmer was home and he was able to round them up, but C and I still trekked over to let him know that the fence had broken in a couple of places.
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