"Well, I figured out the other part of the mix."
She's right. Our horses are into really into wood. Mouthing, nibbling, chewing, gnawing, splintering, savoring.....
The corral started out really nice and unblemished. Considering that over 50% of the wood is salvaged/repurposed lumber, we were pleased with how it ended up looking. Vintage. Seasoned. Au natural.
It begins like this:
And deteriorates to this:
and finally, freedom.
Not to worry, they came home for breakfast. Sadly, there was only hay.