He put a t-post in one of the areas where it seemed a little wobbly, but there weren't any other obvious signs of gate malfunction or downed panels. Then a few hours later, he tells me that there's a goat in the yard again. He dutifully returns the rogue goat to it's proper enclosure and I join him outside to go over the fence line again. I check the gates and where I open / close the cattle panels with the clippy do-dads, but all was secure. So I mosey over to the bale of hay so I can pitch some over for the goats to
|Stupid goats durn busted threw da the cattle panels.|
|Yuck. Double yuck on the smell.|
Luckily we have the tractor and put it to good use. So instead of us mucking out the muck by hand, Paul put the forks on the front and lifted the smelly mass out from the area and dumped it over the fence. There was still manual pitch forking to do, but the tractor saved an hour of time and hours of later complaints about back aches and pulled muscles.
Paul pulled the broken panel out, put the new one on, and we were back to normal. Well, as normal as it gets around here, that is.