The horses are still here for a couple of weeks (I think) but H sold all the sectional fencing to raise money for the move. So this afternoon Neighbor D and I went over and pulled it all apart for her.
Avalon’s corral, where I have waded ankle-deep in mud and shit more times than I care to remember. You wouldn’t think I’d be sentimental about it, would you?
The big round pen…
We stacked it all neatly, by size and type, for the buyer’s convenience.
I’m sixty and D’s pushing seventy, so we got our workout for the day.
Good you got it done in nice weather, but I’m wondering where the horses are being kept in that case.
The big enclosure is still there. It’s about an acre surrounded by electric fence.
You got me beat. 60 and almost 70…..I think that’d have about done my younger ass in. I gotta get into better shape.
Of course neither of us have had major heart surgery. 🙂
Keep an eye on that metal fencing. It has a tendency to get up and walk away in the middle of the night. Don’t ask me how I know…