I moved the boys to fresh pasture and was mowing their old one when I noticed what I thought was a large branch down, on the fence in the boys new pasture.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that this was not a large branch ~ it was the whole tree!
Oh, my! That might be a bit more than I and my trusty hand saw can handle.
The boys didn't seem too traumatized by the uninvited guest in their pasture.
I cut off a bunch of the smaller branches and gave them to the girls.
Amazingly enough, the fence never shorted out! It remained hot until my 'gentleman friend' came over this morning and cut up the tree for me. I managed to re tighten the fence, all by myself and I spent today planting perennials!
"...sigh...Life is Good, in the Bluff Country".
That it is, my Dreamer. That it is.