All in all it was one of those days. 

It all started innocently with me in the garden tucking a couple more plants into the ground.  A little after noon I hurried into town to get one more bolt for the table saw.  Somehow during one of its moves the table saw lost a bolt that helps connect two very heavy cast iron pieces. Fortunately the industrial metal shop had the right bolt.  Donald's bus was supposedly due in at 1:35, a time that was apparently correct for the south bound bus but not the north bound bus.  I amused myself by cleaning the steering wheel and dashboard of the car.  
The afternoon continued pleasantly enough until Marika called to say that the cows had broken the water again. I called Cody who grumbled at the cows and came to fix the problem.  M called to say he was going out with 4 other folks to go fishing.  Fishing on the Keni Peninsula in Alaska with a big salmon run in progress, one of the biggest in recent memory. 
The early evening was placid, we even watched an episode of Darby and Joan, an Australian series that I quite like. 
M texted and called saying that the 5 of them had all caught their limit, they were knee deep in 155 salmon all caught in a two hours and fifteen minutes.  The group ultimately stayed up until after midnight filleting the fish and disposing of the guts and bones before the bears came to visit. Apparently the dump has a special bear proof site where fish guts can be dumped. The group were all Alaska residents and had dip net permits. Dip netting is allowed for very short seasons for Alaska residents only.   Apparently the fish were so abundant that at one point they had 5 fish in one net. I have to say that this is a testament to Alaska's Fish and Game strategies which have clamped down and even canceled whole seasons of fishing in order to let the fish stocks recover.  This is one of the first really big runs since fish stocks crashed some years ago. 
Then I got a text from Michael next door. He had a cow in his yard. It was 10pm. I established that the cow had no fence between her and the main road and called Cody.  We all converged on the cow.  She walked down the steep slope to the stream, turned up it and then walked through the fence to get back with the herd.  I suspect that she will be culled from the herd ASAP.   We walked up the fence.  Cody had fenced off part of the creek but had depended on blackberry thickets to "fence"  the rest of the bank.  For unknown reasons, instead of eating the plentiful grass in the pastures, the cows chowed down on all of the blackberry bushes and all of the quite plentiful poison oak.   Both horses and cows like poison oak, but usually leave blackberries alone. Not this time, the ground looked like a large swarm of locusts had gone through and left only a few barren twigs standing.  The bank, that had looked cliff like under the berries, was steep but very navigable by a cow. Once in the stream walking downstream was easy.  There is no water at this time of year.  Cody asked me if I wanted to buy a herd of cows.  I said I definitely did not want his herd of cows!  He won't actually sell them all, but he is getting rid of two or three trouble makers.  He made the decision to pen them up in the small field near the Iris Barn for the night.  Once again we were pushing cows uphill at night.  Chena was very excited. I kept her on a leash, the cows were moving and there was just a little too much stimulation to feel as if I were in control.  This morning we closed the gates around the house as the cows will be here till Saturday.  Then they will go over the hill to the Cow Corrals, be worked in the corrals to identify cow/calf pairs, mark and brand the calves and then haul out to one of Cody's other pastures.