Well Mom, asks the farmboy. What are we doing today?
You gotta love a farmboy.
Fencing, my dear Ooky. We are fencing. Because eventually our baby animals will get bigger and want out of the barn. And eventually we will have other animals. Ones that neigh and moo. So we've gotta start fencing all these different pastures.
So...there were a ton of these holes to make.
Thank goodness for giant post hole diggers you can rent locally. Because a gi-normous amount of posts hand dug into mostly clay isn't any fun at all.
And no, renting a giant post hole digger is not cheating.
Farmboy Ooky was constantly there
It might have had something to do with the constant rain. But I promised I wouldn't bring that up again. ;)
In any event, now that the fence is done, I realize it is pretty impossible to get a good shot of giant lenghts of electrical fencing, regardless of how beautiful it is and how many times you go out into your newly fenced pasture to admire it. It's kind of invisible. So instead you get a picture of one of the gates.
...and a small section that is hog panel.
And now the newly fenced pasture is ready for some (as of yet undetermined) animal to...well, test the fence. After all, isn't that what farm animals are born to do? ;)