Carrie's been highly stressed about closing out everything with our contractor. She doesn't like the quality of the hay he provided and there are odds and ends that aren't done. It's like the farm is sitting at 97% and then got put on the backburner.
Example: The electric fence is almost done being wired up next to the neighbor's driveway. Almost.
There's only one gap in the line, but it's useless until the gap is addressed. Horses can see gaps and they like to wander (It's already happened once with an unlatched gate).
The arena isn't level either. That's a bigger thing.
Carrie had me go out and talk to our guy while she was on some work calls. I told him we weren't interested in the hay anymore and asked him about the arena.
"Just drag it a few times and it'll be fine," he said.
"Okay, so I will do that tonight. If it works. Great. If it doesn't work, we need to talk to you," I replied.
We really didn't think it would work, but we went for it! Carrie and I unpacked the drag and hitched it up to the gator.
Carrie did the initial laps, but then I took over later. Shane hopped on and we spent half an hour raking the ground.
"How's it look?" Carrie asked.
"Like a polished turd."
It looked a lot better, but it was still a lumpy, un-level turd underneath the neat rake rows.
Here's to hoping it gets sorted out within a week or two.
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