The brats have been getting out of the fence EVERY DAY for the last week. I would fix one part of the fence and they would find a new spot to get through. Apparently today I finally managed to block off all their escape routes. The poor babies actually had to stay in the pasture today. My heart just bleeds for them.
“Why are you guys on the lawn?!”
“We are just cleaning up the grapes the wind blew down from the vine in the tree, Keen. It would be a shame for all these good concord grapes to go to waste.”
“And why are you out of the fence in the first place?! How did the fence get on the ground?”
“Don’t even try telling me the wind blew it down! Now get your woolly asses back in the pasture! NOW!!!”
Guess who got out of the fence again tonight!