ABOUT FENCE!
I must be living right. I have friends who know how to do things I can’t do and tools and materials to make things happen (in the right season).
Just Diggin' it.
30 years ago we began fencing Daddy’s lot in Parrott, as soon as we got dairy goats. We began with a barn (shed roof apron around the old garage) and three 25 ft. x 25 ft. pens where we rotated goats and gardens. The fencing had to be 6 ft. tall to keep goats in and predators out. 6 ft. fence, posts 1/3 in the ground = 9 ft. posts in 3 1/2 ft. deep holes with room for gravel at the bottom. You can get most of the way down with a clamshell post digger and then have to switch to an auger because there's not enough room in a deep hole to pull the handles apart with a decent load of dirt. Bond got his workout putting in that first goat pen. We had cross braces in every corner, 28 holes or 98 running feet! Eventually we fenced in the south acre pasture, after we bought a one-person gas powered hole digger in a frame, that even I could use.
Time to Plant Posts
We began fencing in winter. As the days grew warmer the ground got harder. Our neighbor, Frank Alston remarked, “Everybody knows there’s a time to plant and a time to harvest. Around here there’s a time to plant posts. That’s wintertime. In summer this clay is hard as concrete; you may as well give up and wait for winter.” I got around that with a single drip irrigation emitter on each spot for a day before digging. That way the water went straight down to soften the soil.
The goats are long gone. The fences keep dogs, cats and gardens separated.
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