A weekend project - fixing a busted gate

On Saturday, the donk finally tested the integrity of the gate to the upper pasture, with devastating results. The crummy clowns I bought this home/land from had a badly rotting gate and simply painted it over out of laziness. When it broke, it was kind of like breaking through styrofoam.

The bad fence after I took it down…

Meet Miss Donk

Moody, sullen and stubborn but always classy, my Donk outflanks all the other stupid Donks in these here parts. Whether it’s honking for carrots or wuffling for oats, she wins hoofs-down.

Assessing the damage

Almost as rotten as a politician! Must be replaced. The cattle panels were a quick fix. Fortunately I already had the lumber for the replacement.

Taking notes and measurements

So much attention to detail. Enough notes to last a lifetime.

Out in the pole barn with lumber and tools!

From a make-pretend artist to a livestock-owning redneck, life is just too crazy... All this effort for an ungrateful Donk.

I now qualify as a mutha-truckin’ cowboy… Or maybe a donkboy.

It’s done! Could use some wood putty, paint and another latch, but I now have a much better path to feed Donks. Climbing under the fence twice a day was getting annoying, especially for a fat boy like myself. I mean seriously, I probably weigh more than the Donk!!!