This is a big deal because we've been buying hay to feed the yaks, and that is pretty ridiculous when you realize that we have acres of grass. Acres. Just growing. Free.
The yaks apparently also think this is pretty ridiculous because Gaia has gotten her head stuck three times already trying to get to the grass on the other side of the corral.
To be fair, the farm came with already established "fences." Northeastern Pennsylvania is full of these really awesome rock walls, because if there's one resource PA will never lack, it's rocks. We're filthy with rocks.
Rock walls do not impress the yaks.
We hired someone to come in and put in electric fences for us. Adam tried to put down the posts for these fences himself, but discovered that we have four inches of top soil and about fourteen feet of solid shale. See note above about PA and rocks.
This guy has a machine that fixes that problem.
This thing pounds the fence posts into the ground, condensing three weeks of work into three days.
Today he's stringing the wire and has to hook up the power to the electric and then the yaks can have their freedom.
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