Come on Irene!

 Early doors saw yours truly clearing more ground for post bashing, using a 6 foot metal spike made "easy" work of assorted tree roots, rocks, dinosaur bones and the wreckage of the previous fence

 ready for posts to be placed waiting for the post bodger. Not having a hydralic ram type this is all being done by hand and tired arms in baking heat this evening.

 Back to morning time work of fence and subsequent devouring of breakfast was delayed by our little flockers turning up for their own vittles. Irene is growing nicely but her mum, Snowy, was wearing a fetching

 bramble ensemble which was causing some consternation amongst the rest of the flock.

Not a good look for a Ryeland, so over breakfast, and once I found my welders gloves, it was removed.