Growing up on a dairy farm, we had a neighbor whose fences were even worse than his pastures. Many days their cows would wander amongst our cows. Diplomacy having failed, Dad hit upon an idea. We milked two hours early. We milked our cows, and their cows, then put them back.
*After 3 days of THAT, a new fence went up.*
*After 3 days of THAT, a new fence went up.*