It’s so nice seeing Lola looking happy.
My DH put in wood fence posts at our horse property. That was a lot of posts! It was the only part of the creation of horse facilities or the gutting/remodeling of the house for which he had any help. He hired the 16 year old son of the people who bought our suburban house.
DH rented a skid steer to drill all the holes, then set each post in concrete. Once while he was running the skid steer, he dumped it on its face, which meant he couldn’t get out. I think he had a bucket on it when it happened, so he just used the bucket to prop it back up again. I was glad I didn’t see it happen. He did an angled cut on top of each of the posts so water wouldn’t pool on them, and used a horse safe polywire similar to Centaur, seven wires including one hot wire. We lived there for 13 years, and the fence was still in great shape when we left.
I thought I was going to get a couple of minis, so that’s why he did seven wires. Then instead I bought a Hackney pony, who didn’t need wire down to the ground. The Hackney slid through the fence once when he slipped on mud, and didn’t have a mark on him after going through the fence. Luckily the fence wasn’t hot at the time.
But somehow a few years later, a deer managed to get tangled in the top wire. The school bus driver saw her tangled and called the sheriff’s office. I was at work and DH was out of town, so the deputy who came out asked my neighbor to help. He cut the top wire of the fence, not realizing it went all the way around the perimeter of two pastures plus the corral. He also didn’t realize the deer had degloved her leg, so the sheriff’s deputy shot her, and they just left her there. Had they known they were going to shoot her, they wouldn’t have cut the fence. I got home in the dark, didn’t see my fence was partly down, and didn’t see the deer carcass. My neighbor left town right after all this happened, and he called me late in the evening to tell me about it all. I went running out there to find the fence partly down, but the horses had stayed in the pasture. I spliced the fence, but couldn’t get anyone to take the deer away, and the coyotes didn’t want her. What a mess! My dog kept getting into the deer, then getting very sick. I tried to donate the deer carcass to the wolf sanctuary, and neither they nor the lion sanctuary would take it.
Rebecca