Life Gets Tigis Sometimes

Sure it's spring here too.  I can tell by the green coming out on Carlson's aspens across the marsh south of us.  Cranes are coming everyday and playing tag and leap frog in the pasture.  The heifers are walking the fence line re-eating the emerging grasses; pacing like kids waiting for the mall to open.  Projects galore here.  Like the pinch chute needing some plywood to close it off so the heifers don't go bonkers in there next time.  Have the sides paneled now and I'm hoping they will behave in there until they get out the headgate and can romp off with their partners experiencing 'the lightness of being' again.  Have a fence line in the works too.  The plan is to fence in the northside rights of way and run the perimeter fence on the east and south side of the farm this spring.  As dry as it's been so far, I might be grazing the marsh this summer for lack of grass.  Guess I better stock up on some seven and a half foot long T-posts for the marsh crossing.  That'll be fun carrying those buggers out there with a post pounder in hip boots and then trying to get them set in enough to be stable.  Only have a single strand of high tensile wire to hang on them though so maybe if I get then down four feet they won't lean too badly and be snapping at the cattails all summer when that loop is hot.  If I ever see my contractor to interseed some timothy for me I'll be able to work on the waterline to the paddocks too.  Phewwweeeeee, it's spring on the farm.

We had time to head to the lake yesterday and flick some jigs for crappies.  Nope.  Nothing happening there yet.  Lyn and I did catch and release a bass though.  Simultaneously caught so it must have been a pair.  Lyn was so excited.  I knew why.  She was thinking we had supper.  What a let down for her when I told her the season was not open for bass.  She denied I knew what I was talking about and was just kidding, "Right?"  Oh, what a look to follow.

So, it's back to work and don't be too surprised if I'm slower than beans getting another post up.   Do have a poem brewin' in my head and as soon as it sees the paper you'll get a look see.  Should be a metaphor of an entire life if I get it right.

Thanks the stars for the green side.  That from the chickens.

The Proprietor.