The Honest Courtesan

Last week, I ran the barbed wire for the west side of the paddock extension, then on Saturday I ran the two lowest strands of the north side, taking them from the fence I’m phasing out.  Then yesterday I ran two more strands before moving the gate, pulling off the pig-panels and running the top strand of the new fence.  And as I expected, Jonathan was out there tasting all the new plants before I was even done, so I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and took a number of shots.  If you look closely, you can see that I hadn’t yet pulled out the old T-posts, but I did so not long afterward.  Shiloh was more cautious than Jonathan; she contented herself with standing barely past the old fence-line, nibbling the lush grass that I’ve intentionally left uncut this year because I knew I’d be doing this and wanted to let them have as much as they wanted.  And though Cicero doesn’t eat grass, he seemed delighted at all the new smells, and when it gets hot this summer he’ll have plenty of shade to nap in.