Catch as Catch Can

One of the cows from the neighboring ranch got into our pasture this afternoon. Unfortunately, our fencing isn’t very solid. We had intended to repair it in the spring so we could put a couple horses of our own out there, but it’s not spring yet, so it’s still unsuitable for animals.

I didn’t want to risk her getting out of our pasture as well, so I had to run out in the wind, alone, to mend the one large opening that would allow her complete freedom. Most of the fencing is, unfortunately, barbed wire, but the opening is a gate of sorts, made with livestock fence that had blown down recently. I don’t know how much experience you’ve had with this heavy gauge fencing but it’s very similar to chain-link in its unwieldy nature. If you have someone to help you or, you know, do it for you, it’s a lot easier.

After much contorting and grumbling, I got the opening sealed, and now she’s safe until the neighbor corrals her back onto their land. I am way more proud of this than I probably should be…

Title From:
Always
by Blind Pilot

What Will Be, Will Be

We didn’t get as much done over the weekend as we had hoped.

We have some of the lights up but there are multiple strands still laying in the yard. We have to go through a few and find whichever bulbs are causing the outages. I guess the title from my last post was foretelling. Christmas lights frustrate me, as does pie crust, wrapping oddly shaped presents, and doors that do not clearly mark if they swing from the left or from the right.

On the mouse front… We plugged every hole we could find that may be allowing the mice access to the kitchen. Now they’re coming from the furnace closet. I can’t kill them. It isn’t a part of who I am to snuff out a life simply because it’s annoying me. So, we will continue to block them as much as we can until they find things too difficult here and move on. I want to believe that’s a possibility. This is a battle I refuse to lose!

We didn’t get around to painting any decorations or ordering any ornaments. Someone, possibly a plow, destroyed our mailbox, so we had to spend some time putting a new one up. I don’t mean “we” really. I did participate by putting the new numbers on the box, so there’s that. The mailbox is now back in place and ready for packages. It’s pointing a little cockeyed in regards to lining up with the road but quirkiness is a quality attribute. I hope our mailman agrees.

Oh well, there’s always next weekend!

Title From:
Que Sera, Sera
by Doris Day

Nothing Compares to Waking Up in the Sunshine

Since the last time I posted a photo here we:

1. May 2013: Left our old farmhouse in Iowa and moved to Connecticut where we lived in a tiny cabin. It was nestled in a valley along the Housatonic river, in the Berkshire mountains, in the “quiet corner” of the state. There was no cell service or internet and everything was at least 40 minutes away, but there were bears, coyotes, peace, and beauty.

2. June 2014: Bought a cap for our truck, put all our belongings into storage, and headed west — vagabonds with a dream of living in Montana.

3. Summer 2014: Spent three months (hot, hot, hot, hot summer months) camping near a town called Ten Sleep in Wyoming. It was wild and the world smelled like sage. We befriended a few lonely horses, watched a pair of pronghorns grow, had breathtaking moments every day, and saved a dog named Deets.

4. September 2014: Settled in Montana, exactly as we set out to do.

5. Took 9-million pictures.

Title From:
Big Sur
by Miner