Fence Commenced, Sort Of

So--- last week, when I mentioned that I was starting construction of my long anticipated fence, I was a wee bit nervous making such a bold statement ahead of actually building the darn thing. Turns out that I was right to be wary. You know what they say, hiccups happen.

A dear friend-- whom I have known from kindergarten-- came to help. And by help I mean he came to do the heavy lifting. And the pounding. And, apparently, the heavy thinking as well. What can I say? I’m very pretty. Turns out it might have been a good idea to open the boxes ahead of time and check the contents. Who knew?

Suffice it to say, the fence “energizer”—a nice, euphemistic way of saying ZAPPER UNIT—is the wrong one. Turns out, the unit I ordered is strong enough to deter small, meek pests; rabbits, chickens, raccoons and the like. Elk, however, are not as easily dissuaded. The weenie little 800 volts that will encourage a ‘coon to look elsewhere won’t even make an elk blink. For the four-footed spawn of Satan you need 4 to 5 THOUSAND volts.

Back to the drawing board—or in this case, the website and order a super-duper shocking unit, one with enough power to encourage the elk to forage elsewhere.

The wrong energizer sucked the momentum right out of my fence building energy. T-posts are driven and waiting, but the power unit won’t be here until Wednesday. No polywire could be strung without the power to keep elk at bay; I certainly don’t want to teach them to disrespect the fence.

So, here I am, kind of where I was last week—boldly stating that I AM BUILDING MY FENCE. FOR REALS.

Probably.