Let Me Go!

We have had lots of rain lately which results in the runway between the chickens and the goats not only being flooded, but slippery as well. Rubber soled boots and leather gloves are always worn in the pastures so there is little to fear from the electric fences that run around the top of each paddock. However, today, even those did little good for a certain farm gal.

The Mister is at band rehearsal tonight so the feeding duties fell to me. Between the snow (yes, snow), rain, and sunshine, I dressed and scurried to the barns to feed. The boys' paddock is a total wreck, so I had to gingerly walk into the slush and mud to retrieve their bowls for feeding. To do so, I reached up and held to the top of the fence.

But, then, the fence wouldn't let go of me! I had hold of the electric fence line while standing in water. And, to add insult to injury, the Mister had just upped the power on it last week when the bucks realized the does were in heat and were trying to get out.

Let me just say here: ANY buck who can go over that kind of charge should be able to date all the does.

Needless to say, once the fence let me go, I had to crawl back to the house, flop on my back like a flounder and cough until my heart rate settled down.

Thank goodness only the goats saw that....