The Fence Post

The prancing predator

He was too busy dancing around the hen house to notice the intruder. When he came face to face with Daniel, the fox was too stunned to dart away. That pesky, sly fox was back again. He’s already eaten 15 hens! It didn’t take long for him to realize he was up against something more significant than him.

The hen house or pen is brand new this time, and the fox can’t get in. Daniel came up with a new plan, and it’s working! The entire coop is made of hoop posts, like a high tunnel. He built a high tunnel for the chickens and covered it with black vinyl-coated hexagonal netting. It’s pretty lovely, and as I said, it works!

I like having the chickens enclosed in the netting. That way, the children can feed them through the openings without fear of getting zapped by an electric fence. The baby is enthralled with these creatures. We sat outside the pen for a while, listening to the high-pitched chirps and trills.

I love watching these children grow up with cows and chickens on a farm. Who knows what else the family will add to their menagerie? They are talking about hogs. I’m talking about horses. Every child needs an old horse to play with on a farm.

Do you want to raise hens for eggs and roosters for meat? Take a cue from Daniel. This hoop tunnel works much better than an electric fence for keeping out predators.

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Kind Regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (It adds up to over 131 years owned and run by our family. Think about it: Nobody stays around in business that long without really supporting customers so they want to come back!)

It’s a three-day blow

I’m sitting at my makeshift desk at the lake. I had planned to leave last night, but the pull of gorgeous June weather made me change my mind. It was a wee bit chilly at 5:30 a.m., and I was glad for the extra comforter. Yesterday being rainy all day, I fired up the wood stove. My brother, sitting outside in Alabama yesterday, announced it was 93 degrees. Today is warmer and dry, but the wind is just below the level of whipping up white caps.

Duncan taught me about the three-day blow on this New Hampshire lake. I had never witnessed that at home, but a large lake can generate its own weather. So, here I am in a three-day blow. But which day is it? Saturday had strong winds; yesterday, it was hard to judge because of the rain. I’ll find out tomorrow if this is day three or one.

While Duncan was still roaming this beautiful earth with me, we’d head out hiking when it was super windy. Though we both loved sailing, we weren’t interested in having to work that hard to harness the wind—we were fair-weather sailors. I miss him and our wooden sailboat. I have a great deal to learn to sail well as a solo. I keep saying I will take a sailing course at the Wooden Boat School in Maine. Yep, one of these days.

One of these days, maybe you’ll decide it’s time to put in that much-needed fence. Dream up that project until you get emotionally involved. Go window shopping at https://louispage.com You can see it! You can cherish it! You want it! That emotional involvement will help you feel invested and motivate you to get cracking.

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Choose motivation over procrastination! You’ll be glad you did.

All my best regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (So 131 years ago our family ancestor Louis E. founded the company)

Color and magnificence in every entrance

The doors of Toulouse are grand and magnificent and colorful. I'm snapping photos right and left.

The rues of Toulouse span out from le Capitole. It's almost a maze of these old historic cobblestone streets spoking off from the large plaza where the capitol building stands.

Some of the doors are quite tall and wide, obviously reminiscent of the carriage doors that allowed for tall, stately horse-pulled carriages. How I long to live in those days. My son is quick to point out the smells that accompanied those days!

The French are fond of wrought iron and being one of my favorite things, I'm drawn to it like bees to nectar. These grand doors often have panels of wrought iron, which magnify the beauty while adding visualization into the courtyard and out to the rue. I'm trying hard to envision the original courtyards.

The colors I've seen: many hues of blue from the French blue to royal blue, greens, reds, yellow, brown, black, grey. They truly delight the senses.

Many doors appear to have their original knockers and handles. I plan to create a webpage with my pictures. I'll keep you posted.

Back to wrought iron, all of the security fences I've seen are iron or wrought iron and they're glorious. Of course, they offer utmost security. I love security and beauty combined.

We now offer security fencing made of aluminum and steel. Keep your property and your clients’ property safe from intruders!

I am looking for a source for wrought iron in the States. Let's bring this beauty back!

Bonjour!

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (So 131 years ago our family ancestor Louis E. founded the company)

The cow is over the moon in love

Clover, the calf, has fallen in love with Daniel. Like head over heels in love.

Remember, they got their cows in June; Clover was about six months old, still nursing, and quite shy. Daniel and the little guy have been going into the pasture most days in an attempt to get Clover used to people. She hadn’t had close contact before then. It’s fun to watch the little guy, three years old, walk right up to the calf and pet her on the nose. He’s super confident.

The other evening, when Daniel went to visit her, she came bounding to him and started licking him all over. She nuzzled her head into his chest. Her lover had come home. She remained like this until Daniel pushed her away. She came right back! She wasn’t about to part from him until he crossed over the fence.

Clover, the calf with a heart of gold, has a soft spot for fences. We think she’s onto something—because if Clover loves our fences, you will too!

Whether you're looking for durable hexagonal wire mesh, sheep and goat fences, or the perfect farm fence to keep everything in place, we’ve got you covered. Just like Clover, your livestock and property deserve the best, and we’re here to help you deliver it.

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Kind Regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (It adds up to over 131 years owned and run by our family. Think about it: Nobody stays around in business that long without really supporting customers so they want to come back!)

Dumb girl… (continued)

That infamous year in my senior physics class had a marvelous twist and a delightful ending. Mrs. Manning, our teacher, took us all, via chartered bus, to Disneyworld in Orlando in April 1972, the year it opened. There I was with the two other “dumb” girls and the 22 “smart” boys, or so they thought. But the best is yet to come!

We arrived in Orlando, where we would stay in a motel outside of the park. It was Spring training for the Major League Baseball teams. And guess what? Tony Oliva of the Minnesota Twins and his father had a room next door to the dumb girls!

How we actually met them, I do not recall. Tony was from Cuba and had dark skin; therefore, he explained to us that he was not allowed to stay with the white members of the team. In 1972, the South was still putting up “fences’ based on your color. I’m so glad things have changed!

Tony’s father did not speak English. He was drawn to Linda and kept saying, “Bonita, Bonita.” Pretty, beautiful!

Even with the language barrier, we girls made Tony and his father laugh, and who doesn’t like laughter? In the evenings, they would sit on the grassy area of the motel and we would talk to them. I had not been a baseball fan up until then, but the fascination of a real-life professional baseball player was intriguing.

Our three-day stay at Disneyworld came to an end. The bus arrived for our departure, and Tony and his father were there to send us off. Somehow, Tony had asked me for my phone number and address, which I willingly provided. He placed Minnesota Twins caps on our heads, gave us a giant rainbow-spiraled lollypop (we are the lollypop kids), hugged us, and sent us on our way.

Each of us girls climbed onto the bus proud as peacocks. Donning our Minnesota Twins caps, the boys were green with envy.

“How’d you get that?”

“What?”

“No fair!”

And on and on, the comments and darts came. I pleasantly smiled and nodded like a politician.

That summer, I became fascinated with baseball, particularly the Minnesota Twins and Tony Oliva. I cut out every newspaper article I could find. Tony wrote, I replied. In September, I left for nursing school in Atlanta. In October, Tony came to Atlanta for an event. We had a nice dinner together, and he brought me a baseball signed by the team, which I still have today.

1972 was a banner year for me. I had long forgotten the ribbing and teasing the boys had given me at the beginning of the school year. After all, I got the cap and ball and had dinner with Tony Oliva! Those were my memories and treasures. And I bet if I saw Mark, Keith, and Stuart today, they would still remember the “dumb” girl’s home runs.

Put those fences up! Not for reasons of prejudice but to provide a lovely sanctuary for your family, crops, and animals. I need to get my fence up. My little Phoebe Louise, now that she’s two, is darting here and there on any whim. Thank goodness she starts obedience school tomorrow. After that class, we’re heading to the agility classes.

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My warmest regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (True! That’s 131 years owned and run by our family)