An in residence goose testing the waters for one of his many-times-a-day bath.
Taking time to warm in the sun.
And now the fun part, preening for half an hour.
A solitary Meadowlark watches all the goose bathing activities.
The fence we followed in three days ago, we'll follow out today. Though this has been more than a thoroughly pleasant stop, the urge to move on down the road is stronger than the want or need to stay.
Pretty and pleasing in a bright, symmetrical, straight-line sort of way, but it's plastic none-the-less. I'm guessing it'll last about a quarter of the time a good wood and wire fence would last. It is serving it's purpose, calling attention to orderly neatness...durability be damned.
A fencepost in this arid, water-starved country will last a 100 years. It'll wrinkle and crack but the function remains, "Keep the cows in your back yard." Pretty be damned.
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