So, we built a pasture.
And we moved the horse in.
We put down some stall mats, to control the mud where he eats.
And now it is time to take the next step, the Loafing Shed. Horses like to loaf around. As do I, I must admit. However, when it is raining at the Homestead, I get to loaf in our cozy warm trailer. The horse gets to stand under a tree.
(OK, not entirely true. There is a paddock for him, but it is not in the pasture, and neither he nor we are big fans of him spending a lot of time in there. Muddy and boring.)
Anyway, we need to create a shelter in the pasture for the horse, soon to be horses. Hence the Loafing Shed.
We are putting the posts on concrete, which needs time to set up before we can put weight on it. Since we won't be working over Thanksgiving, doing the footings now will give them time to set up.
I got all fancy on the hole digging, using the Pythagorean Theorem to determine where the second row of holes should be dug. I honestly think this is the only instance in which high school algebra has actually served me well. My posts are on 9' centers, so my a2 and b2 are both 81, which makes my c2 162, and its square root 12.72. I tied some baling twine together, and put a knot at 12.72-ish feet and triangulated that with 9' on the tape measure. That told me where to dig my hole at a right angle to the other. (Whew, math!)
Mr B was there as usual, offering moral support.
Holes dug, the next step was to pull Hank off Phoebe's Art Shack project. In addition to being an excellent carpenter and collaborator, he is also a wiz at concrete. He has worked on Bonneville Dam, and on the 7 story refrigerator at the Tillamook Creamery.
So putting in our posts would be no problem.
We started by bending rebar to give the concrete a little more to hold on to.
Check it out if you are curious.)
Hank likes to mix a shovel full of Portland Cement into each bag of concrete. Says it sets up stronger and cures faster.
Mixed it in the wheelbarrow, then dumped or shoveled it into the holes.
After all that work, it was time for a cup of Phoebe's home roasted coffee.
Oh, and one last thing: What a crazy beautiful day for mid-November!