That's just bleak.
This will cheer you up, it's snowing. Actually, we did get a couple of inches the other day, and a lovely frost fog yesterday that hung on until midday. We are on the western edge of the nor'easter that's crawling up the coast and will only see a couple of inches, if the forecast is right. This could pull some cold air across the lake, though, and then we'd get more. At this point, it looks like it will all pull east - YAY,
The heifers discovered that the plug on the fencer was broken waaaaay before Stan did. They went through the poly tape and headed out the well road to Wickwire and were two fields away from the far end when a neighbor chanced by and saw them just sort of milling about. He put them in the nearest pasture, checked with the owner of the pasture and then came and told Stan. I drove him back and then played SUV cowboy in the Trailblazer herding them along Wickwire toward home. Wickwire is a dirt road that gets some care at our end and then a little grading and maybe some gravel if the town budget will cover it. It has been pretty good this summer and fall, right up until the last heavy rain. Let's just say it is a very bumpy ride. The heifers were tired and sulky and the poor old cow that had decided to join them on their romp was near exhausted. We got them as far as the neighbor's first meadow and they turned in for some r and r and to nibble the grass. Stan, who had gotten in the Trailblazer a bit before had me bring him back here to get the 4 wheeler and then I went back up to just this side of the well road to herd them in. By the time we got them back to the woods we noticed that one of them was the neighbor's scruffy bull. At some point, he sorted himself out and went back through the pasture and over the fence into his pasture. What fun. Stan spent the rest of the morning and a good chunk of the early afternoon fixing the fences that they had torn through. They are down below the house now where the fence is all barbed wire, some electric and some 3 tight wires strong. Knock on wood they will stay in until we get them sorted around and in the barn.
