war

My wife Allyn is a very nice person, but at this time of the year she is at war. The grass that the cows have been feeding on starts to slow in its growth. At the same time, there are some luscious plants along the fence lines that are in full bloom. As happens every year, some of the cows have learned how to negotiate between the barbed wire, and have been decimating Allyn's day lilies along with some of the other plants. She tries to chase them away, but it's really a losing battle. The deer also enter the fray as they try to store up calories for the long winter ahead.
I have my own battles with the cows at this time. The wild apple trees in the pastures are bearing fruit, and the cows love them. Owen fed some apples to the cows when he was here. The cows, however, are not content to munch on the apples in the fields. They see the apple trees in our yard, and seek to find ways through the fences to get at them. We are busy patching weak spots in the fences to try to keep the cows at bay.