Billy Goats...

 I knew this day would come. I also knew this day would be cold, wet and lousy for outside projects. 

 Last spring I picked the strongest, biggest baby buck to keep as a breeder. I knew someday he'd grow into a fence killer, but I need him. A doe will hit a hot wire one time and leave the fence alone for months, but a buck has dung for brains, and he'll test a hot wire about once a week.

 Buford, who's 7 months old now, has gotten to this stage. The little jerk decided to push himself under the fence and managed to never touch the hot wire on his way, so I spent the morning adding a lower wire to the entire pasture. Fun stuff in the cold, drizzling rain.