“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. ANd when you’ve got it, you want-oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”—Mark Twain
We’ve started moving fences; making the ‘farmed’ fields just a little bit bigger. Since we don’t have cows anymore and Mr. Davis’ cows have the run of the whole place Terry decided it was time to enlarge the fields and shrink the pastures.
So in our spare time we’ve been rolling wire and removing posts. It was a lot of work putting in to fences, but not so much taking them down. 🙂
We also have someone coming onto the place and shooting into our hills and into our neighbor’s hills.
Beats me why people have to cut fences and drive onto your place….and shoot! Shooting into the hillsides is really a bad thing.
While changing water the last two evenings we heard rifle shots.. we.headed up to the Rocky Point both nights to see people shooting into our neighbor’s hills right by their yearling calves and shooting into our Sage Brush Hills and our BlackBird Haven.
We headed down to the Flats to see who these people were and to ask them to leave—they saw us and jumped into their truck and took off across another neighbor’s fields. Goodness. The lack of respect astounds me!
To take off like that proves they knew they were NOT supposed to be down there and NOT supposed to be shooting. Sometimes I just don’t get people! Rather sad isn’t it?
I guess spring fever has them, also, but they need to go to a legal shooting range…not on someone else’s property whereby cows, dogs, little children could get hurt!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,