A brand new roll of chicken wire (which is always a handy item around here) got stretched around the section of fencing with the too-big holes, and stoutly stapled into place.
Yay! Now Goldie has her lamb right where she can
I hadn't even finished writing it when I glanced out the window while pouring another cup of coffee, and saw the two little ewe lambs outside the fence.
By the time I grabbed the camera and got out the door, one of them had already wriggled through the (small) holes in the mesh, but one was still looking for the way back in, bleating her little dog-toy blatt. I ran back inside for my shoes (cuz naturally, if I'm dashing outside for an Animal Event, I'm going to grab a camera but not my shoes. Bloggist R Us...), thinking I would have to catch her and put her back in. But by the time I was suitably shod, she'd managed to find a good spot on her own.
Looks like we're going to need more chicken wire...
4 comments:
Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy a fix. *L*
They are just pointing out the weak spots in your plan. ;)
Your last line reminds me of a line from somewhere I can't remember: Looks like we're gonna need more dynamite.
But do not add dynamite to your dilemma. No good can come of it.
Given that we have spent the past four to six weekends working on a super-secure electric six-strand fence for the goats and they are STILL showing up on the front porch every couple of days, I totally get where you are coming from. We have one sheep and she bleats the whole time they are out and about (she can't fit through small spaces!).
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