Outsmarted by a Pony

I was so pleased with myself. I had spent a fortune on livestock panels suitable for goats. I found a used 20' x 10' fairly heavy duty pipe-frame shelter. Weeks went by while I pondered how to rig it all together to make a field shelter that would be portable, yet could withstand the goats ramming their horns into it. I designed the entrances low enough to keep the horses out and stop them hogging the space, eating the goats' food and getting too fat. It took us hours, in the snow, frozen to the bone, to set everything up, tweaking things as we went along. Finally, there it stood. I was happy. The goats were happy.

The following day: