Battling bovines again

DH returned late last night from a weekend hunting trip. He got nothing. The other two guys got nothing. Which means I will have nothing to put in my freezer. Although he saw a lot of deer, he only got one shot and missed. He is a grumpy hunter. And I am washing/drying mounds of grubby hunting clothes. (But he gets to fold them and put them all away!)

And the darn cows are back. I've been chasing them away from the front of the house for two days. There are cow pats everywhere. Darn cows. And the dog is completely obsessing over the cows being in her yard which is making me want to duct tape her to a wall.

In fact, I’ve already chased them twice this morning, once before and once after breakfast. Picture a short disheveled woman in a long bathrobe who is barefoot running across the dewy wet grass yelling, “Hyah! Hyah! Get out of here!” at the top of her lungs while brandishing a stick and leaping tall mounds of cow poop. Yep. That’s me. Scary, huh? ☺

We're trying to get a hold of the neighbor. DH is going to see if he can temporarily repair the fence this evening when he gets home from work. Of course, this means he has to persuade the cows to go over to their side of the fence. Yeah.

Thankfully, there only seem to be four of them right now, instead of the eleven we had trespassing before. And it means we have to keep our gate closed and open and shut it every time we need to leave or come back to our house. Darn cows.

And life conspired to keep me from stitching all weekend. I hope to stitch this afternoon between tending to loads of laundry. Hope forever springs eternal.