Temporary Fence

Earlier in the summer, our small herd of heifers decided one day that they wished to eat something they saw on the opposite side of an older fence. So they did what any self-respecting 800 pound animal would do: they wallowed down the fence and proceeded to chow down in forbidden territory. Bad heifers. Bad.

Yesterday, I took a vacation day off from work so I could help Harland, Gerald, and Ramona with another concrete pad for the cattle working facility. (More Pics soon!) The concrete truck arrived at 8am, and then we pushed concrete around for 3 hours until we were done.

concrete

That’s Harland in the foreground, Gerald on the right, and the truck driver there in the back.  (BTW, No work out in a gym will ever compare to the work-out you can get from pushing concrete around. My arms and legs were jello by the end of it.)

We went home for lunch, and afterwards Harland and I set the final three steel posts for the cattle working facility. Then we cleaned up the work area. I was hoping we were done for the day, but Harland announced we needed to work on some electric fencing. This was about 5pm.

Me:  “Let’s just go home and eat supper.”

The Boss:  “This won’t take long and then we can go home.”

Me:  “What do you want for supper?”

The Boss: “You don’t have anything taken out?”

Me: “No. You want Bacon and eggs? I can defrost the bacon in the microwave.”

The Boss: “Sure.”

Me: “Ok, I’ll go home and make it.”

The Boss: “No no…we have to build fence first. We’ll be bringing the cows home soon and we’ll need to put them in where the heifers wallowed down the fence”

Me: “Ok. Sigh.”

So we hooked the fence supply cart behind our farm utility vehicle (a side by side) and drove out into the pasture.  Harland had removed the wreckage of what was left of the fence a few weeks ago.

And you know what? It was kinda nice out in the pasture. The wide open landscape, no concrete or steel posts in sight, a light breeze and gathering rain-clouds.  We started at one end of the fenceline where Harland attached the fence wire to a post. Then, with the roll of wire attached to the cart, we drove across the pasture stringing the wire out behind us. We stopped at the other end of the fenceline where Harland attached the other end to a post. Then I drove back along the line while Harland drove posts in and attached the wire.

New Fence

The heifers watched us from a distance. No doubt they were scheming and plotting. Bad heifers.

Soon we were done. The electric fence is temporary until we find the time to put in a permanent fence.

I drove the side by side back to the barn, we hopped into the truck and headed home where we had bacon, scrambled eggs and toast for supper. Showers and bed followed.

And another long day on the farm was completed.  Zzzzz…..

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Suzanne

Cattle, corn, wheat, beans, mud, snow, ice, and drought. Plenty of fresh air and quiet. Our life is sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes joyous, but never boring.

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6 Responses

  1. Glenda says:

    According to Harland’s sweatshirt it was already cooling off there. We were still pretty warm on Thursday but rain this morning sounded pretty darned good after such a long stretch of dry, warm weather. Just for a change mind you. I can’t imagine how sore you might be today doing something like working concrete when you aren’t used to it. Whew! I got tired just reading about it! Happy Friday!

  2. Rebecca says:

    Your posts wear me out!
    LOL….I’m going to go take a nap for you all.
    Wish I lived close enough to drop off supper for you all, on days like these!
    Florida hugs,
    Becca

  3. Chester's Mom says:

    Your menu sounds a lot like ours!!

  4. Jeanne L says:

    I was exhausted after just reading about it! That was a lot of hard work for one day! It’ll be well worth it though!

  5. Linda says:

    I’ve had precisely two experiences of pulling fence in my life. That’s when I added “come-along” to my vocabulary. When I read your comment about the gym not exactly being necessary, I just laughed.

    I’m having your sour cream cornbread tomorrow night. It sounds yummy, and I’m eager to try it. I even bought some nice, Texas, stone-ground corn meal for the occasion, from a little independent mill up the road. I’m losing my taste for bad food. 🙂

  6. Alica says:

    Heifers. The name is synonymous with trouble!!

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