Monday, October 07, 2019
I’ve been wielding a hammer and hauling a reel of wire around the dry lot where my horses spend their time. After stringing wire horizontally, I also strung vertically by going onto my knees in the dirt. Who ever knew I’d be out there, tool-laden and dirt-covered, to electrify fencing! And now, my horse has strolled alongside and is nudging over a box of plastic insulators!
All this is because the horses have been chewing on the fence, not just a bit but enough to narrow dramatically the wood diameters. For awhile, it’s been apparent that electricity isn’t flowing adequately through the fence’s “hot wires”. This has freed the horses to gnaw. I’d been unable to find a handy-person knowledgeable enough to fix this problem, and myself know next-to-nothing about hot wires.
The horses don’t engage in this behavior because they’re “cribbing” as horses often do. Mine don’t seem to need to crib, more likely they’re just bored. It’s hard to blame confined animals, but they’re not who shells out for new fencing if current posts collapse. Recently, a fencing pro’s estimate for a big fix left me gasping. So, I went out to get “stuff”, and started figuring out what to do.
Long story short, now a new wire (and it’s hot) is stretched across horizontal post sides where the horses did most of their chewing. I’d been focused on the top posts, and not until I was out there with hands on noticed that they’d chewed many vertical support posts. Next, I stretched hot wire from the horizontals down the length of the verticals. I switched on the electricity and checked the whole fence. It’s loaded!
That took care of part of the fencing, for the overall job requires more work. I’ve learned that my originally-installed pretty and plastic-clad wire (more visible than bare wire) carries electricity less effectively than plain wire. So tomorrow, if the nice daytime weather holds out, I’ll start re-stringing all the fence wire, changing the pretty for the capable.
I’m a city-gal retiree, who gleefully moved onto a small acreage to relax and enjoy a few horses. Through the years, all this has developed into a new and unpaid career. For example, if the handyman who’s coming this week isn’t capable of repairing my damaged guttering, I’ll probably climb a ladder and try to figure out how to make the fixes myself.
Dear Friends: We can work out most anything by just getting up and trying. Diana