mending fences.

I spent last week mending the fence along the lane only to find a calf had squeezed his way through yesterday.  The hole was smaller than a cantaloupe!  Really?  The fence falls victims to cows who without warning jump them, acting as a scratching post and currently buried with tumbleweeds. 

But honestly, mending fences is one of my favorite chores on the ranch - it sure beats cleaning out a ditch with a pitch fork on a really windy day!  I came back this afternoon to see the wind had changed direction thus moving the subject weeds!  Aagh, at least the sun was shining!