|The snow across this back yard is 3 feet deep, but it did not stop his dinner time journey.|
So adding boards to the top of the buck fence and adding two rows of rope ... well, we can only hope. But for good measure, Alloy has lost his rights to freedom at night. We spent lots of energy and a good deal of time literally carving him a slot in his pen.
His feeder next to a 5 foot stack of hay.
This is where he gets to spend the night time for now. He gets put in at dusk; out at dawn. It's working for now.
While we are working? He's napping in the sunshine. He seems to have put on a touch of weight and hair. Not a sign of cold or shivering from him since we brought him home. We could not have hoped for as much. Ranger and Jesse have taken to him; Washoe ... not so much, which is part of the reason he goes walk-about.