Dancing the bobcat

I learned a new skill today that Mr. A informs me is known as "dancing the bobcat." Actually, even just driving the bobcat was new to me, as was using a gigantic auger to drill post holes into soil that is packed with head-sized stones the way a Snickers bar is packed with peanuts (only way less satisfying).

The stones are what led to the dancing. When the whole contraption was struggling and lifting itself up off the ground with the effort of coming up against them, I had the bright idea of steering the cat around slightly, hoping to slip the tip of the auger under the obstacle from the side and lift it up from underneath. This kind of maneuver causes the thing to jump and twist – not enough to actually turn itself over, of course – as if it were dancing. It was fun to practice, once I got over being afraid of killing someone. And several times, it actually worked.

Installing several hundred feet of fenceline will be our first sorta big step toward making some of the changes I've been itching to make around the property, and although there's still a lot more to do, we got a pretty solid start. I'm going to call it a good day.

P.S. That is not me in the picture, in case you were wondering.