For some strange reason Brent and I decided to do some more fencing at the farm. The property behind the barn is a lawn tractor blade killer with the big protruding rocks. The blades bend and then get stuck in the ground. Time and money wasted. Not the way to live life on the farm when we own several perfectly good four legged grass cutters.
We can save on hay too if we can find a way to build a fence without spending any money. This is a challenge we relish. We scavenge the farm for fencing materials and are drawn to the Wainfleet property to find some perfectly good steel posts.
Our gate is a wedding gift from Brent’s brother and family and we’ve been saving it for a special occasion. We’ve kept the gate in a safe spot waiting for a rainy day and it was raining in March as we realized we didn’t have enough hay to last us until 2012 hay was available in June. Time to make the most of our lawn.
Using a material saw we spent an afternoon cutting twenty-one foot steel posts into three seven foot sections. It took lots of energy, starter fluid and swearing to get the backhoe started so we could push the posts.
It took a day to get those posts into the rock covered ground behind the barn. We salvaged some ten year old tensile farm fencing that would keep even our smallest of canines confined. Awesome! Our own off leash dog park.
Brent spent a day cutting the fencing to fit our project while I was at work. When we finally had the time to stand the fence up it was raining, but it wasn’t a cold rain so we got to work.
It took about five hours to stretch the fence and wire it in place. My hands are sore from the cold wet metal and my back aches from bending. I’m so dirty my skin is muddy brown. Even after washing my hands my fingernails are ringed in dirt.
At one point during our struggles Brent looks at my hands and says “I love it when you get your wedding band gets dirty.” His wet hair is in his face, but he has an endearing charming smile. Confused I stare at my hands and see the tarnished white gold band thick with mud and ask “why?”.
“Because” he says with a grin “it means we’re working really hard and it feels good.”
He’s right. We are working hard and even with all the aches it feels good. The fence is up and looks good. It will be another place to house our farm animals and provide food. It also mean we won’t have to mow it this summer saving us time and mower blades.
Tomorrow we’ll hang the gate and then start taking about a ten by ten shelter. We haven’t even thought about water, but this won’t be a winter residence.