That is literally fences to mend, not the metaphorical kind. The gusty wind we have been having and in fact are still having has dropped a few tree limbs and of course they fall on the fences. Thankfully there have been no escapees.
The cattle are best at finding even a small breach in a fence and especially a boundary fence. They would wander far and wide given half the chance and most likely end up in the garden. The sheep are much better behaved. Though they do like a vegetable garden visit now and then. If they ever get out, they let me know and always try to come home. They wait at the gate and baa. Clever not silly that's what I think.
Town tomorrow too and Tuesday I get my first pair of reading glasses. I am growing up... not.