Last week, we rented a trencher to dig the trench to lay the power lines. It was the size of a small tractor, and Mark was REALLY enjoying using it. The trench had to be almost 3 feet deep, and at least 4 inches wide.
We were all up watching the trench work, when something scary happened...the trench caved in, and the machine lurched into the trench. Of course, you NEVER want to be on a tractor when it rolls. Mark jumped off, but it was still a real heart stopper. We had to pull the trencher out with our larger tractor. I think that incident kind of took the fun out of riding the trencher.
We got a bunch of sand to lay in the bottom of the trench. It was great (messy) fun for the girls!
Another big adventure that we had last week was getting a compost pile ready. I'm looking forward to having a garden (despite the odds of having it survive with cattle, wild pigs, and gophers aplenty). We've been saving kitchen scraps, but we had to go out and collect another key ingredient:
For anyone correctly identifying this as cow manure, YOU WIN (you might be a redneck if...)! The girls really enjoyed our mission to "collect poop", and had lots of fun directing me to the floppiest, wettest specimens. This was a big feat for me, because I have a pretty strong gag reflex, especially with smells. Maybe composting is not the smartest choice of hobbies!