Horse Whispering; All the Cool Kids areDoing It!
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Try as I might, I just couldn’t get that heavy roll of fencing over the top of the bunches of buffalo grass. It’s thick, it’s reedy, and it’s a total nuicance. I’m not sure how it got it’s name, but it grows all over in these parts in areas that are wet. Donna’s pasture can get mighty swampy in the winter, and the front portion of the pasture is full of this grass.
I did get the fence posts up along the path I wanted the fence to follow. As you can see, I had plenty of help along the way. Too bad they don’t eat buffalo grass or I’d have gotten the job done. Alas, they found it more appealing to walk on my fence as it was being rolled out.
Last night, City Boy went down with his weed whacker and mowed down the tall grasses so it would be easier to roll that wire out. Hopefully I can get the fence finished in the next couple of days; my sheep have been wandering further and further into the long grass, making it impossible to find them. I feel a bit like Little Bo Peep each time I head down there. Unfortunately, my allergies are beginning to flare up with all the grasses going to seed right now, so I was unable to stay and help City Boy (not that I’d have been much help anyway…what was there to help with? I pointed out where I wanted the fence and he sent my sniffling self home. I feel so useless!)
Now, I know there are at least a half dozen of you, or maybe just two, who are thrilled to hear that the fenceline is going up, because you’ve said over and over again that if you win a trip here you don’t want to have to put up fences. Well, your work is nearly complete! Are you happy now? You can now go vote for me knowing the only thing you’ll be asked to do is clean up after the horses. You don’t mind that, do you? Spreading manure on the garden? Yeah…it’s a good life. But in all seriousness, I’m 200 votes off the front page. So GO VOTE!
You want to come visit me, don’t you?