Horse high and bull tight, that used to be a saying for an extra good fence. We had some bulls once, they were normally gentile, but could they ever write a fence down. They might have stood taller than a horse, but we didn’t have a horse at the time to compare them to.
Our fencing skills have been put to the test since the goats have come to live here. The first fence was a barbed wire, then a woven wire on top of than, then followed by a couple more strands of barbed wire. An electric fence was also added so they wouldn’t poke their heads through the woven wire and get their heads caught.
Recently, I have been greeted on several occasions by a yard-full of goats when I arrived home. A check of the fence over the hill from the pond and out of sight from view, was trees over the fence from the ice and wind. They had been venturing through and eating the underbrush on the other side.
They didn’t appreciate our efforts to fix the fence. We had to keep shooing them away. Six barbs wouldn’t hold them when we thought we were finished, an electric fence had to be added because they thought they belonged to the other side. But I guess what keeps them in will also, with Lenny’s help, keep the varmints out.
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