The wood was so old and dry I could only pull out a few of the nails. The others I broke off. The nails were so old they were a rusty shadow of their former self. Of course with the wood so old and dry pounding new(er) nails into the wood was a challenge. Even though I knew a pile of cow manure was nearby I was so distracted/annoyed by the problem with the nails I kneeled in the manure.
I started late so it was dark by the time I finished rebuilding the feeder. The coyotes howled loudly across the river.
The feeder is better than ever and is quite solid. I added "feet" to the feeder to make it more stable as the cattle sometimes tip it over.
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