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We have good neighbors.
I mean.....well.....we have neighbors, "down the road." They don't live, "next door", and I cannot see them from my farmhouse. But, they are there.
This past weekend one of our neighbors, "down the road", stopped in for a visit. Now. He isn't the type of neighbor to just make social visits. He is a gentleman who has been farming for likely more than fifty years. This was a visit of farm importance. Man talk, if you will.
Man talk, schman talk, he and I had a good conversation for about fifteen minutes before Secret Agent Man climbed off of the tractor. We spoke of bees, family relations, tobacco planting, my hair color.....
It seems that a cow, belonging to us, had plowed through a fence and was now residing on his property. Was he mad about this? Not in the least. He asked if we would like him to transport our cow to market with his own. If not, we could pick it up in his holding pen. Did he want us to pay for the fence? Not at all. He would not hear of any fence repairs.
Suffice it to say that we will pick up our rascal of a cow later this week.
Good neighbors.....they still exist.