Wood that it were

Our dogs enjoyed walking through these woods on our daily outings. Callie, and now Tasha, especially. We wore a track through the undergrowth (well, the deer did that; we deepened it). It gave us a little variety in our walks through the adjacent vineyards and a respite from the sun on hot summer days.

A section of the woods we liked to walk through.

Last fall, I think it was, the grower that owns those vines strung an electric fence around the woods to help keep the deer out of the vineyard parcels. They like to munch on the emerging leaves and grape buds in spring. I can't blame them (neither the deer nor the growers) for that, but that fence cut off our access to the path through the woods. Tasha is small enough that she can slip beneath the fence without getting shocked. I, however, cannot. It's not a heavy shock, but I can feel it. The fence is "powered" by a car battery. So, it's been a while since we've been able to walk through these woods. Yesterday, we went in (where there's no fence) and then turned around and retraced our steps to exit. Not really satisfying, but it's better than nothing.