If anyone has any reason to touch a fence on my farm property, it is liable to knock you on your ass.
Non-animal people do not realize how swell this is, and probably think I am asking for a lawsuit. Not so much,
Electric fence works great when it works at all. It is cost effective, safe and easy to use. But when you have 50 acres of fencing, on t-posts- there is a constant problem. How many t-posts does that add up to? Hundreds for sure. It just takes one wire knocked out of one bracket to short the whole damn thing out.
And the weeds. They are even worse. They trick you by not interfering forever, then bam, they do. We have spent all weekend--and the mini-Amish boy spent half of last week- clearing brush and weeds from fence lines. We had it shocking yesterday around the front square, but after many many hours of clearing the back 30 acres today--it dumbed down to nada.
Until you have lived this hell, you cannot imagine the frustration. I actually cried when Barry told me it had gone from shocking a 3 up front to a 0. I got up and took a Xanax, I swear to God.
So we worked some more. Did I mention it was 55 degrees and raining? It was 97 on Monday, and 95 on Thursday, but 55 and raining today.
I finally took to the bed this evening. Barry came back because he got stung by a wasp and blew up, and I am so hateful, I sent him back to fix it some more. He leaves tomorrow, and I cannot continue to go through this emotional roller coaster of finding horses in the wrong pasture. I realize this sounds insane--but farmers get me. Especially farmers with full time jobs, because that leaves very little time in the day to fix things while there is daylight.
So be warned--it SHOCKS now. REALLY SHOCKS.
No, the babies did not get weaned, Squeaklet did not get ridden, the garage did not get cleaned out, and we did not go to a movie. But it SHOCKS! I am making him lasagna for working so hard, he is at Dairy Queen, has eaten Benadryl and Aleve and cracked open a beer, claiming he needs it for his swollen wasp sting....
but it SHOCKS!
Maybe tomorrow will be weaning day, and the wean-by-the-sign Gods will let me slide a few hours