Okay,  This is how the real story goes and how ole' Hammie keeps getting me into trouble.   A few weeks ago when school was about to start, we took the horses back down to the back pasture so they could get to work mowing down all the grass that had grown up.   Well since the horses were gone off the fields up by the house I figured I would give the pasture tbat Hammie and the goats were in a break by moving that fat cow off of it.  Well I moved ole Hammie into the horse pasture and then after about three or four nights of meandering around munching on grass, Hammie decided he liked what was in the yellow (braided electric fence) area.   The rows of corn were covered in morning glories and coffee weeds and about all that was left were two nice long rows of peas and two rows of okra.  These few rows I had taken the tiller down between them and was keeping the weeds at bay and we were waiting for one more good mess of peas to put in the freezer for this winter.  Well as it goes I was walking out to feed up all the animals one morning and no Hammie over at the barn begging for his breakfast.  So I call out for him and I hear a moooooo!!!!!!....  echo out across the field and corral.  I look over that way and there stands that big fat cow inside the garden with a look that says "Hey let me outta here so I can get my breakfast."  I go over and unhook the section we use to go in and out and that fat cow makes a beeline for the barn to get his vittles. I looked around the garden and nothing seems amiss so I figured he must have stepped through the electric fence at night and just couldn't get back through.  No harm, no foul, until I told Ginger that evening over dinner what had transpired and then "That cow of yours better not eat my peas"  in a "Glenn Beck" style voice (which you know only if you are a fan).  I assured her that the peas were fine.  Until......... the next day when I went out guess where Hammie was standing.  Yep, got it right there in the garden with only his head sticking up amongst the morning glories and corn.  Well I call him out and look over nervously at the peas and with a sigh of relief (peas were fine) off I go with my chores.   Well over the next few days I kept chasing him out of the garden and didin't think anything of it.  Saturday comes and we were working around the farm and Ginger heads over to pick the peas and she comes back and says "Well that is one way to get out of picking peas"   You guessed it, I go over and look and Hammie had eaten both rows down to the ground.  Now every time Ginger walks past Hammie she tells him she is gonna be eating "Hammie and Peas"  all in one swoop.   Me, I sweet talked her and then took her out to eat mexican @ El Vacquero and that kept me out of the barn............ at least for a couple nights till I mess up the next thing...

Glad you fessed up my love.;)

Ha! Ha! Ha! I can see Richie working harder than ever as Ginger walked back from the pea field....head focussed straight down til she gets right up to him.....then it's "Whaattttt? I didn't do nuffin..." Hee hee! funny!