Thursday, April 5, 2012
The art of fencing.
But I'm getting old now, I'm not a young chick. I have gardens to tend, quilts to make, kids to enjoy. I don't want to have to react to a goat getting out. I just want it not to happen. I want my fences done right.
I'm sick of the piecemeal fences and I'm sick of my animals escaping.
So my next big project is just putting up the dang fence. I'll get some fence wire, some insulators, and put the stuff up. I'll search on the internet, scope out some local fences and figure it out. In the words of Nike, I'll just do it. I do realize that it may be the end of a marriage (just kidding, kind of) but I can't wait forever. I need a gate too. I'm tired of trying to hurl 5 gallon buckets of water over a 3 foot high rope fence. Because the pump doesn't work and I have to haul everything from the house. Not that I'm complaining, just stating a fact. I'm not totally against hauling the water because I've developed some very nice shoulders over the past couple years.
I'm just thinking that it would be nice to have the fence finished so that I could move on to fixing something else, like the inside of my house. Maybe even cleaning it, which then may lead to painting it. Who know, getting proper fencing may lead to a whole new set of positive changes at One Old Goat farm.
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