Ghosts in the fog

This morning we woke up to low clouds and drizzle. Not good weather for having hay down, which we just so happen to have, but luckily it's not a big piece.

On the way over to take a couple pictures of the new barbed wire gate, the fog was so thick that you could hardly see the trees around the house and the orchard across the road, which was no more than one hundred twenty yards ahead of us. The trees reminded me of ghosts in fog.

This is my favorite of the fog pictures I took the this morning.

Milk cow lurking in the fog.

And there was plenty of spiderwebs covered in dew or mist drops all over the tall grass in the barnyard and the wooden fence and the metal gates, too.

In other exciting news, I got kicked in the hip by the brown/caramel colored Gelbvieh "Keith", who was part of the load that we were taking to the butcher in Canby. Luckily there was nothing broken and no bruise either. :D