The snow finally melted enough that Paul and I could get out in the barn pasture and fix the electric fence. So much snow had buried the line, pulled it to the ground in many places, and broken a bunch of the plastic clips that secure the fence wire to the posts. Paul tells me that the cows were very happy to be free of their winter quarters. He opened the gate and the whole herd did their spring ritual of galloping around the pasture, with even the old girls bucking and kicking like heifers. Sadly I missed one of my favorite sights – as I was clearing Phragmites from one corner of the fence, a shard of reed buried itself deep in my thumb, deep enough that a trip to the ER seemed like a good idea. Talk about an invasive species! Yukyukyuk.
Thanks to all who came out on Monday to get sausage. There’s plenty left, but it’s going fast.
Finally, I’m finalizing the details this week for this year’s Potter Hill Pastured Pork CSA. Please let me know if you’re interested, and I’ll send you an order form as soon as it’s finished.