At sunup I saw that most of the fences at the farm were buried.
Snow drifts and the snow falling off of nearby trees covered the e wires and most of the fiberglass posts.
All 4 corners of the field the cows are in, now have "invisible" fencing
Even the high tensile efencing and posts are buried.
The cows came over to check out this strand of buried fence
The hay is getting heavier and harder to hand roll out to the cows.
I am still dreaming of a tractor...
The cows soaked up the sun and happily chewed their cud all day.
The views, in all directions, were beautiful this afternoon.
I can almost smell the sweet sugar sap inside this delicious maple tree.
The nearby ancient cemetary is full of farm families from the 1600s,1700s,1800s and early 1900s. Most of the rural roads around here are named after the early settlers that are buried here. Even though the fences are secure, I worry that the cows might someday wander into this sacred place and do some manure damage. There is a village story about a team of Belgian horses that got scared while they were plowing and took off at a dead run and ran thru the original arch and tore it to shreds. This is the replacement.
I don't want my legacy to include "cemetary damage by Simmental cows."
As the sun went down this evening, it turned the majestic Vermont mountains a beautiful hue of purple ("Purple Mountain Majesty").
Now take a deep breath, cause we got another storm coming in 24 hours.