Yesterday was a great day with a lot of time and hard work spent running a larger area enclosed with the electric fence so that Elliot and Earl, along with Rose and Baby Bob would have more room to graze. At one point, though in the evening, Elliot decided during a moment of hijenks and stupidity, to attempt to jump over a four foot section of barb wire while running alongside it.
He won't make it to the nationals let's just say.
Instead, he tore down about a 15 foot section, nearly impaling himself on a T-post, and cutting up his chest, front right leg, back ankle, and little spike holes along his neck. The are all pretty much surface wounds, but the worst part was after an entire day of fencing, we had to de-fence the broken fencing, dig a new post hole about four feet deep, and run four new strands of wire.
And when I got up this morning at 4:30 a.m., here is Elliot grazing not in the pasture, but once again our front yard. Munch, munch, munch.
