Jewel & Sangria

Braelyn was a busy girl today, keeping me hopping. Below she is ready to drive away while her dad is loading the tiller.

Once Braelyn was on her way home, we headed over to the far fence line, staked out about 200 feet, strung it with string, marked the spot for the holes, then headed to Rhonda's for dinner.

She was very kind and took pity on us workers serving us a meal fit for a king. Home grown green beans, home grown tomatoes, home grown melon a home made cucumber sauce and gyro meat, all so good Mark is starting to covet her cooking skills. On the way back Sangria and Jewel were feeling fine and showing off. The camera was taken out for updated shots of these very pregnant mares.

Mark headed out with the skid steer and drilled the marked holes for the posts while I fed. Now I have a confession to make. Mice, 7 of the cutest little field mice had fallen in one of the empty grain garbage cans. They were just too cute to kill. When I was young I would catch field mice and make pets out of them, how could these be killed in cold blood? Mark helped carry the garbage can down the drive and across the road then let them all go. Sorry neighbors, although it is far enough away with a hill to climb for the mice to make it all the way there. The apartment is now straightened out the coffee made for morning, the water jugs filled and we are settling down with good books.