As I stared at, then tried to ignore my broken fence charger placed strategically upon the dining room table (where I could not totally ignore it), I toyed with just replacing it with a new one - until I looked up the price. Then, again, aren't I the one all preachy about fixing rather than throwing out - throwing 'away' to the non-away? Yes, I am.
Over the weekend, I took a deep breath and decided to fix the charger myself. Frankly, it took longer to find the right tools than to actually fix it. After I parted it from its back board, I searched around the perimeter and located four teeny-tiny screws that looked like they needed a hex key the size of a darning needle. Dang. I have two sets of hex keys, but none were small enough. I ignored it again for a day, then rummaged through my junk drawer and came up with a teeny-tiny screw driver. While I was leery about how useful it would be, I also put on my reading glasses to take a look at the screws. Hi ho. There were little screwdriver grooves in it. Honestly, sometimes I am my own worst enemy.
|The cable on the right had been|
yoinked out by the bad sheep.
|Close up of the circuit board and|
white oblong thingy. I knew you just HAD
to see it.
I will move the reprobates to the slope once I have the time to stay and watch them. I need to nip this destructo stuff in the bud, if at all possible. In the meantime, I had inherited a battery-run charger that was in need of new connectors and a new battery. That was pretty straightforward. I now have a charged Nugget run (wasn't Norman surprised....) and the sheep will be able to 'free' graze soon.
I have been eyeing the ceiling fan in my bedroom. It hasn't worked since I moved in. Hey - how hard can it be? Snort.