The boys have been separated until the bucklings' new aprons come in. They are not happy about it, spending most of their day close to the fence where they can see the does. Today there's a newly fenced portion. It the buck area, and give them access to a lot of browse.
I thought it was going to be difficult to get them to move, but I had forgotten about follow-the-leader. When I came through the paddock from the barn with the weed whacker in my hands, I became the Pied Piper. Once Fiore followed, so did the young ones. Within moments they had spied the thick browse, and happily settled in under the shady trees.
Meanwhile, I finished cleaning up under the SmartFence, attached it to the hotwire in the buck pasture, carried water to the side of the shelter, strung a wire across the entrance to the paddock area, and closed the gate.
It was so simple, I ought to feel bad—but I don’t. Now all I have to do is monitor the old welded-wire fence that edges the driveway. With a little luck, it will take them a while to notice it since there’s so much good forage under the trees.