This is my dilema...I need an electric fence with enough 'umphhh' to keep the critters in but not enough that it would it knock my kids on their butts leaving them with smoke rolling out of their ears. It is imperative that I keep those darn goats in because no matter how much lucious green grass they have they still spend most of their days trying to find ways to escape and eat my roses.
I spent 2 hours yesterday with a 25 pound toddler on my back walking the fence line looking for their escape routes. I had pliers, wire cutters and extra wire in one hand and a big ol stick in the other to wack the goats along side their heads when they tried to nibble the baby's dangling toes.
I found that the last storm had knocked a few limbs and a small tree across the fence down by the neighbors. Faced with the choice to move the small tree myself or wait till hubby got home and revved up the old chainsaw I chose to move it myself. I am sooo very glad the neighbors weren't home to here the grunting and groaning that came out of me while I nearly gave myself hemorroids trying to move that sucker. After much lifting, shoving, and a little begging I got it pushed back over to the neighbors side of the fence, I'll let Dave the neighbor deal with it now.
After many smaller fixes I got back around to where I had started and darn it if those evil critters hadn't knocked down the wires at the beginning because they had discovered that I had unplugged the fence. I wonder just how long it took them to figure out the fence was off?
I have learned that goats are curious, friendly, mean, infuriating, but never dumb.
BTW we named the goats 'He Goat' and 'She Goat'...original huh?
Next week ...The Humane Society knows a patsy when they see one, another pair joins the farm. Visit to find out a pair of what!