Having lost the intellectual battle this author's opponent has now resorted to begging but to no avail. Yes, the onset of a late February snow led to the limber six year old discovering a low (compromised by goats bent on destroying an apple tree) section of fencing and then discovering that he could leap over it. Thus followed a long battle of how to fix the fence that will be destroyed and rebuilt in a few months anyway so that the bugger couldn't get over, through, or around it. Victory has been achieved but it required a staff, a few dozen sticks, and a length of twine that may or may not have come from the muck in the chicken pen (yay for soap and sanitizer).
To quote a visitor:
"Oh! *chuckle* I see you have custom fencing too!"