Since I was headed out of town for a few days, install the remaining gate on the coyote side of the yard went to the urgent area of Things I get to do today. I'd been on a roll with this project since Gwyneth's being taken away early one morning. But the flimsy height extension of the fence was totally incongruous with the sturdiness needed for a gate and it's closure, as well as the support for termination of the wire fence and the tension required. I had fiddled with it for a bit, played, plarked and worked with the posts, somehow pretending that the metal posts zip-tied together in order to reach to the top would become solid and hold their own. Amazing how delusion tweaks our sight. It didn't work. The more I plotted with the existing components, the worse it became. It came to two choices: remove the gate altogether and have a solid fence or put eight-foot wood poles into the ground two feet and do it right.
|Right-hand post installed and plumbed and ready|
|Badly skewed left post|
I should admit right here that this was my first experience ever in creating this sort of sturdy structure. Chicken wire needs to be tight, and when I pulled it so and stapled it to the post, it pulled the post out of plumb. After all that effort, plark, work--call it what you will, it made my stomach slightly sick to see the post listing off to the East. Fortunately it was nearly dark. I hinged the gate and fastened it to the right post, unable to see the screws and just aiming for the barely visible holes in the hinge. As I gathered up the tools and headed to the house, I knew my construction consultant husband would be taking a look. I had the cover of one night to come up with a solution.
By morning the project was as good as done since the process was now clear. I bought the post, tested the position, cut the angle, set the nails, put it in place, pounded the nails in, upgraded to poultry net staples and installed the latch. And freed the chickens.
|Gate Gal's triumph with a smart strut|