Carla was out of town today, so that meant me and Simmey were on our own. Needless to say, Simmey's a handful right now, as well as obsessed with Feta (or Heta if you ask him), one of our pasture dogs. So this evening before it got too dark, we hiked down and crossed the creek to pick up eggs
Simmey with Harley and Mrs. Feta, the object of his desire. 
After Simmey went to bed, I headed back down and examined fence lines. I looked for problem spots like the broken insulator above. Or this sagging tree below.
While I was fixing the fence, Mrs Feta let me know that she required an ear scratching. From the look on her face I did a pretty good job. 
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