How about the hay aisle door.
The structure has done a seasonal shift and the door cannot be latched. Hmmm...what to do. Exactly a job for the hay twine that isn't tossed. Tying the door closed tight enough that inquisitive (and strong) noses do not pry it open.
And then we have holes -- in the walls -- again.
Last summer, if you remember, dear little Alice starting eating her way through the barn. Rick covered the lower exterior with fencing. Well what do you know, "someone" is now eating away from the inside. We know at least one hole was Alice's doing because of the height. The others, well who knows.
Yup, right about Alice height.
May I now call them devil donkeys?
And then there's the natural forces at work.
We had a snow dump, then we had a big thaw and then we had a cool down. Voila -- ice.
Doesn't look too treacherous, but it's scary to me. Solid as cement and very slippery. Out came the cleats.
Thank goodness the driveway from the house to the horse trailer (probably over half the distance to the donkey gate) is ice-free.
Remember at the end of the last post I asked you to cross your toes and fingers for Alice? Well someone forgot. The vet was out today and it's not an insurmountable problem -- hopefully.
But that's a story for another day.