Yesterday I accompanied Glenn on his daily farm
chore of moving the cattle from one field to a fresh field.
I rarely do this as I am usually busy with my own
tasks for the day.
Moving cattle is simple. First, Glenn reconfigures a large pasture
into a smaller one by strategically placing a temporary electric, one strand
fence to create a boundary. Then, he
opens the gate between the two fields and the cattle slowly (if not very
hungry) move onto the new, fresh grass.
Done.
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| grass is so tall that the electric fence wire is difficult to see |
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| unreeling the electric fence wire...Why get off the 'mule' if I do not have to? |
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once the wire is reeled out,
Glenn turns around and places temporary fence posts to hold the wire
about 30" off the ground
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This newly created field is located below the
house and one which I look out onto every day, but never take my walks through
that field. The grass is usually too tall and walking is difficult for me…not
for cows. My visits, over the years, to
that exact location have been infrequent.
Being down in that field and observing the rest of
the farm from a completely different viewpoint was amazing. I got an entirely new perspective.
The farm is astonishingly beautiful.
I always thought so, but yesterday’s visit
certainly verified that fact with clarity.
I am so lucky to call this special place home.
The evening ended with a fireworks show. A nearby truck stop, about 2 miles away from
us as the proverbial crow flies, was hosting a celebration. We could hear the bangs, but could not see
them from the house. We jumped into the
truck and drove down our driveway where the colorful drama was exploding just
above the treetops between us and the event.
It was as if we had our own personal fireworks
display…what fun!
Definitely a perfect ending to a perfect day.
