Born to run

As you probably know, we aquired a horse about a month ago. We fixed up a stall for her down at the barn, which was cozy enough, but she had to stay in there because there wasn't a safe pasture in which to let her out.
That all changed last weekend. Ron and Jody spent a weekend fixing up about 20 acres. They stretched and pulled, twisted and turned. And that was just their muscles! I kid, I kid. That was actually the field fence taking all that abuse, and it turned out fine.
One thing that I had not given any thought to: because Trixie had been penned up for a while, she might just take off running as soon as she was loose and go right through the fence if she couldn't see it well. Because this is field wire, it's not very visible. Which is where fence strips come in. In this case, they were some sheets from Goodwill that the kids tore into strips, then were tied onto the fence. Hence the name, fence strips. Brilliant!
Interestingly enough, we could hardly get Trixie to come out of her stall at first. She wasn't sure she was ready to brave that big, unfamiliar pasture. But before too long, she had made herself at home there. And she even made sure the goats know who's in charge.