I headed off to the feed store after the morning "feed"...Redneck 1 and Redneck 3 started loading the 1,500 pounds into the back of my truck. Redneck 3 ended up by himself because Redneck 1 had to take care of someone else. (Just those two were out there this morning.) Of all the young guys who work out there, Redneck 3 is probably the most consistantly cheerful. He got done tossing the last bag on there and I kind of shook my head and said, "This is going to fun to unload!" He laughed and we both grinned, "Have a good day!"
I got home (after dumping 6 sacks of pellets off at our place) and unloaded the rest of the stuff and fed the chickens. We also doctored up the roosters who had been pecking one another (I let them run out of feed--I was all out)...anyhow, it's always kind of fun to chase chickens around. What I want to know is, how do they know you are after them? I had a couple of them in particular that I would set my sights on--and they knew it! They would go hide in the middle of another group, or streak past me as fast as their short legs could go. It made me laugh. (And you know something? The roosters are for the most part more skiddish than the hens...they must know that I'm going to butcher them...)
After lunch, I headed out to fix fences. I actually spent more time trying to follow the fence back on the 40 acres than I did anything else. I kept trying to find a place where I could just hop the creek, since I didn't want to wade in my leather boots--particularly since they are new. I should have gone back to the house and got my mud-boots, but I didn't, so I just ended up wandering. There weren't any breaks as far as I could see--but of course, I didn't manage to tour the whole fence line. That was kind of fun--I didn't see any gator's or snakes (yay!), but I was still glad I had my pistol--there is definitely something comforting in knowing you have firepower with you.
I finally found my way out (someplace along in there, I turned the corner and was unware of it) and headed back to the only place that I knew really needed fixing. I saw the neighbor's bull walking the fence line--obviously wanting to go home. I chased him up and down the fence both on foot and in the truck at least two or three times trying to get him to go through the invisible gap gate (I don't think that is exactly what Daddy called it--I was on the phone with him about three times--but essentially, it's wire that has a staple above and below the wire with another staple [or nail] through the staples, so all you have to do is pull out the vertical staple and lower the wire--pretty ingenious, if you ask me!) I ended up having to pull the dead tree off the fence (hey, it needed to be done anyway!) before ol' Mr. 295 would go through.
After he got through, I put the wires back up and then tightened the fence along there. It really needed to be done, it was sagging. I found a post I need to replace, but it'll hold for now.
Sometime this afternoon, I smelled 'the stench' and found another dead cow. She was in the bayhead--sitting in muck and water. How long she'd been there I couldn't say, but I don't recall getting a whiff of the corpse before. There was no hide left and the buzzards had her picked pretty clean (buzzard wings are pretty ominous sounding). Of course, being in the water like that, the decomposition would have taken place faster than if she'd gone out on dry land. I have no idea which animal it was. I really do need those heifers I'm going to be weaning starting Wednesday....
I made supper tonight, nothing spectacular, just hamburgers (which came out the freezer--Mama made them when she was down here), carrots, and canned beets. Savannah had fixed some broccoli before she left to go to the chiropractor, which I heated up to.