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The only natural water in the early pasture cow lot is from a spring on the edge of a cliff 100 feet over the Matanuska River. On hot days the cows crowd down there and over the years many of them have been pushed over the cliff.
The first time that happened- six of them went over. One washed way and two drowned. It took most of the summer to slash a trail and lead out the three survivors.
Yesterday I took the chainsaw and felled two cotton wood trees across the bottom end of the spring to create a barrier which will be reinforced with ropes. Hopefully this will be the end of feeding our prime beef to the belugas.
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