After a day of hedge trimming, I spent the evening fencing " The back forty". Now that the hay is mowed and baled, the grass is growing nicely ( It looks the exact opposite of Stephen's world, here

) so it is time to let the horsies out there.
This morning, my hands and forearms were so sore from hammering fence posts, that I had a hard time gripping my tooth brush.
I found a new use for the Sena helmets, BTW.
You know how you need someone to watch the spool, when rolling out fencing wire, so they can stop the operation thing go haywire ( Literally)
We've always used a whistle for that, so they can signal the person pulling the wire out, to stop.
Being able to communicate sure made that easy.
I'll have to mention it, to the fencing guy, we sometimes help out.