The bad thing about having a back fence many, many yards from your back door is when a tree falls on it, you usually don’t realize it immediately. That was the case a few weeks ago.
Bad Dog 1 and Bad Dog 2 found a broken part of the fence and decided to go for a little adventure. The bright side of their adventure is we realized that 200 plus feet of the old rusty fence that was put up over some 50 years ago needed to be replaced. We knew that when we bought the property several years ago. We just forgot about it when we put it on the back burner.
The funny thing about a 50-year-old fence are the things that they used for post. Enter the old tractor blade. Talk about resourceful. I’ll have to find something to do with them.
Until Mr. Dad can fix the power steering line, we are now at a stand still.