These rolls of used field fence have been stacked up for years down in the coulee behind our garage where such things tend to end up, stored for potential future use. In some parts of the country, this kind of “junk” would be very quickly covered with vegetation. (I’m thinking in particular of kudzu here.) But in our arid Montana climate, this growth process spans years rather than months. So I appreciate the local foliage finally starting to beautify the place. Now I will be reluctant to move the fencing even if I find a need for it.