As I was walking the excavator through my vision of where he would dig the trenches to get the pipes from the loop field to our house for the geothermal heat pump (not through the garden, through the fence at the gate), we started chatting. He is a local and was admiring the house location. We’re very lucky to be right at the base of the mountain.
We’re inside the fence talking and looking at the garden when he asks how we keep the elk out of the veggies. It’s a 6 foot fence around the garden, we haven’t had anything but a stray raccoon inside since we put it up.
Seems the reason he was asking is that he has an 8 foot fence, which the elk regularly jump. Well, not regularly exactly. They jump the fence just as his corn is ripe and he’s ready to pick it, stealing it out from under him every year.
I’m glad I hadn’t been planning to plant corn. The last thing I need is an elk yearling inside the fence with a cow trying to rescue it.