Be careful what you wish for

The half-inch of rain that fell here on Tuesday was a most-appreciated gift. A storm moved in during the late afternoon, and the rain continued through most of the night. There was some lightning involved, so of course my power went out. The neighborhood cows quickly figured out that the electric fence wasn't on and took full advantage. I woke up to find cows in my pasture. Swell.

So instead of enjoying a leasurely pot of coffee and easing into my day, I got to chase cows and fix fence at dawn ... in the fog.

Good thing the Ranger has headlights. It was easy to find the places where the cows jumped through the fence to steal our grass.

But what jumps in must eventually jump out, so there were several spots to fix. Despite the fact that it was 6:30 a.m. and I wasn't caffeinated, I had a great time. It's always quiet out here, but the fog made it eerily quieter. And the light! Oh my. I was hoping that the fog wouldn't lift until I got home and took some pictures of my herd.

When I finally made it back to the barn, Lucy and the boys were in a meeting.

Me: Time to adjourn. We've got pictures to take.

Hank: If I had a carrot for every picture you've taken of me, I'd be a fat horse.

Lucy: Did somebody say carrots?

Me: No. You were hearing things. The fog will do that.