While Tansy went to the outhouse, Amanda sat on the porch to wait for whatever was going to happen next. “Mandie, do ya want to he'p me fix the pasture fence? It's been a few days since I've checked the fence line. Probably been a deer or two didn't make a clean jump. I thought when we’re done we could mushroom huntin' in the woods next to the pasture,” called Art as he loaded the fencing equipment into the back of Old Blue. “Sure! If it's all right with Grandma,” answered Amanda. Grandma called from the outhouse, “Go with your grandpa. Sounds like more fun than here with me.” Amanda raced for Old Blue and hopped in before Grandpa changed his mind. The hilly hay field was greening up and growing. Art drove around the end of the field toward the pasture gate. The view changed to rolling hills specked with grazing cattle and small calves partially hidden in grassy gullies. A quail covey popped up at the hayfield edge. The birds saw the pickup and scurried into the fence row.
