Fuzz is apparently one of the chief offenders because last evening we found she had "accidentally" fallen through under the fence (that's what she claimed - once the nose goes, the rest of the body follows, she says) and was stuck on the green side while everyone else watched with envy. They must not have seen her actually go under of there would have been a mob scene and chaos. As it was, we got her haltered and back where she belonged but nobody had fun doing it.
So today Andy Fuzz-proofed the fenceline. It's not in sad enough shape to require a major overhaul but something needed to be done.
We used them all. Some places needed two since the ground dipped and made the gap just too inviting.
Even out in the open the flock decided the pounding was something Not Good and they took themselves to the very farthest end of the lower pasture.
When they work their way back and come up the hill for a drink I'm sure they'll test the fence (at least Fuzz will - sheep learn really fast when food is concerned) and then we'll see if we found all the weak spots or not. Fuzz will tattle if we missed some.