This is as far as we got yesterday. From her snug house inside of the barn out through the two pasture gates and just on this side of the giant manure pile. And 25 yards beyond that. And that 25 yards involved a lot of pushing, and shoveling, and can-do from my former Navy Nuke husband (It's really hard to describe that level of determination. On a fast attack, you either fix it right, or very possibly you all die at the bottom of the ocean.) with some help from me, rocking that big orange Kubota girl back and forth on her heavily treaded tires.

I understand that there is a Plan #2 today. And I'm really really looking forward to it.

I don't think we're going to get out of here for a little while.