Well, 4 hours of rolling up nasty, kinked, pieced, rusty, old barb wire and then I chained out and loaded a quarter mile of posts onto the deck of the truck to take them home. Lunch hour was sure welcome today.
Everyone wanted to help the poor guy who had to pull all the staples out.
Except for Pojke ( sounds like “boy ka”), he found a prize.
He’s quite a character.
I love those glas (meaning blue) eyes.
But no one is as cute as Gus.
And no one is more loved than Blue.
More fencing tomorrow.