Last night as the sun went down and the evening cooled, the edge of the garden, the empty chicken pen, and between the T posts that son and I set two and a half weeks ago were mowed in preparation for finally finishing the job that he and I started, I worked on and quit.
We had a couple of places that we couldn’t pound a T post in but they were going to only hold polybraided electric fence wire. I did get the fencing up on the second chicken pen, the one that will be used for meat birds and culls, surrounding the chicken tractor which is too heavy for me to move daily and will serve as the coop for those birds. I still haven’t reinforced the hardware cloth that the dog tore free from the frame, but I won’t have chicks until mid August and even then, they will be in the brooder for 5 to 6 weeks, so I still have time. A week or so ago, I started putting the insulators on the T posts outside the welded wire fence and realized that I needed longer ones for the posts that also had fencing on them and stopped. Grandson and I bought the longer insulators, but they have just been sitting on the workbench taunting me each time I walked by. Brown Dog hasn’t been back, so I wasn’t in too big a hurry.
During the time that we were setting posts, our haying neighbor came down with a half bale of hay that was in the baler and he was done haying for the season, so he dropped it outside my garden for me to use as mulch. Grandson attacked it with a fiberglass stake and spread it over a rather wide section of back lawn. This morning before it got too hot, I decided that I better put it in the garden where it would smother weeds instead of all over the yard where it was smothering grass. That proved to be a hefty task, pulling it back into a usable stack with the pitchfork and hauling fork after fork into the garden. I also finally installed the longer insulators and realized that the corners were going to be a problem as the insulators only fit in one direction on the posts.
A few step-in posts solved the problem, setting the electric off the corner post by a couple of inches and placing a less sturdy post where we couldn’t pound in the T posts. Wire is strung, charge is set. Our dogs were wary of the electric when it surrounded the entire orchard and garden, but have gotten used to going over to “check on” the chickens since it has been down. They are in for a shock, literally though mild, when they venture over now. Hopefully, it will keep Brown Dog out as well, should he decide to revisit us.