This morning began, as many do, with fire and purpose.
I hurled a log into the stove with all the energy of someone who absolutely didn't want to be outside in the chilly morning air.
But duty calls, and animals don’t feed themselves, not unless you count that one chicken who thinks she's a goat.
So, out I went to do the rounds.
As I passed the electric fence energiser, I did my customary glance.
Tha...
