Two nights ago I was fixing dinner and I got a text from Jim – one of the boys was missing. I texted him back “Did you check the fence line?”
I threw my gear on and ran out with two flashlights for Jim and I to check the fence line and sure enough, there was Albus upside down and round and round in the mesh. Oh buddy! Between us we clipped the fence in several places about his horns where he’d really tourniquet-ed himself and after completely freeing them, helped him roll over to his tummy to try to bear weight. It was slow going while he waited for his circulatory system to reboot.
Albus is one of our lovely wethers (in sheep talk, that means he is a neutered male, not a ram) and twice now he has gotten himself snarled in our electric mesh fencing. The first time Char had untangled and helped him to his feet, patiently waiting for him to regain his footing and re-orient himself to the world, rightside-up. Is it his way of thinking to push the envelope and push through the fence for nibbles?
This morning, just as dawn broke, the wind hit like a freight train. The paddock door blasted open, releasing the horses to free range the backyard. In such a high wind, they get very excited and so catching them up again can be a high risk adventure. The drama sort of ended there, though, because they eagerly followed Char back into the paddock when she brought them their morning rations.
If our dirt road that has become a serious quagmire hadn’t swallowed us up on our adventure to school, the falling trees might have. The trip was highlighted by giant evergreens, dead deciduous trees and branches, branches everywhere in the road, fallen by the 40+ mph gusts.
I’ve got all of the boys in a stall now while I figure out a new pasture for them. I decided to take advantage of the thaw and pull up the fencing from the field where they’d been for the past couple of months. They’ll be happy when it is complete. I will likely trash the section that we had to cut off of Albus, but there were 3 other segments which I can repost as soon as the trees aren’t falling around me.
I knew it was time to come inside for a midday cuppa when, while pulling fence poles from the frozen earth, a giant conifer snapped and landed about 15 feet into the wood near where I was working. Exciting, yes.
I didn’t finish my fencing job. And my allotment for the job is spent now because of the afternoon’s duties. I’m hoping my Shetland guys will forgive me for one more day under cover.