I came home last night and found that almost all of my ducks were out in the field adjoining their pasture. It was pouring down rain when I went out with the dogs and pushed them back in, which wasn’t easy since they decided playing dead was better than squeezing back through the fence.
I’ve got quite a bit of money and time investing in these ducks so I don’t want them wandering around in an open field where they are easy prey for any carnivore that may come upon them. I gathered up more fencing and tacked it up along that whole line of fence, so hopefully, they cannot escape today. I have to get that fence fixed this weekend, even if it means doing it in the rain. There’s a good amount of poison oak growing along that fence line and I don’t want to be working in it once it blooms. As it is, I’ll need to wear gloves to make sure I don’t get into it. I’m very allergic to poison oak and ivy.
Bummer, I ripped the leg of my FroggToggs suit pushing those ducks back in. I taped it up, not sure if it will hold.
Speaking of escape artists, this morning the sheep were exploring the one line of property that is not field-fenced. It has four rows of barbed wire which will be more difficult for them to go through. If they get through, they’ll end up in a swamp because this is where the pond over flows. I plan to run a row of field fence along part, but not all, of that line. Sheep don’t like to walk in standing water so that should be enough of a fence to keep them in. They were eating brush this morning. I am sure having the option of forging for what they crave at that particular time of day is healthy for them. Sheep have survived for thousands of years without conventional wormers, likely due to an inherent willingness to self-medicate. I’ll often see them grazing on pine bark and cypress leaves, likely as self-wormers.