No, this isn't a post in illegal immigration. It's about fences, though.
You may know the Wife has goats. Two of them. Had them for a while. I first mentioned them during a bet I had with another blogger. Which I won. Though she's the better fan.
Anyway, I mentioned the other day that I needed to work on a fence. But was busy with other stuff.
Well, tonight, we had to head straight home after work. Missed two nieces' softball game. To work on a fence. For goats.
You see, the Wife got a call at work today that the goats had got out of the pen. Again. And had crossed the road.
Which means if they got hit by a speeding car or a truck, we'd have to bury a goat. Or two. I've never buried a goat. I'm not looking forward to it.
Anyway, we had to put up a fence.
We didn't put up a fence, though. We put up part of a fence. We did replace the part of the old fence that was a trouble spot. But we only replaced that one section. The sun went down and I was tired. Ended up washing about 7 pounds of dirt (actually: dirt, chicken poop, goat crap, assorted other animal unpleasantries) afterwards.
But, we got a section of fence up. There's more to do. But the critical part is done.
That's why you didn't get any Headline News. I didn't write any up this morning before work. And I went straight to fence-mending right after work.
I was trying to decide if I'd do the headlines as a pirate anyway. "Tanks be rollin' in Thailand as land-lubbers protest" Or something.
It's late. Or itseems late. After working on a goat fence in the dark, it sure seems late.
I think there's a post set to appear in the morning. Maybe. Maybe not. I'm too tired to check.
But there darn sure better not be a goat in the front yard in the morning!