On the job we use t-post protectors and rebar protectors. I like the looks of the rebar protectors in large enough size they may work. Google rebar protectors and see if you can come up with a size big enough for tposts. I'll have to check with Forman to see if there's a large enough size for tpost.
Well, glad I went to check on the new arrangements.
Tank was on the roost either pecking at them as they tried to come up there with him (perhaps he still thought they were intruders) or trying to mount - I couldn't quite tell. I had to block off the automatic door so the girls couldn't run back out and sleep outside (had to catch one in the briars/stickers - with me in shorts), then I grabbed Tank and held him to keep him calm for a while. He's a sweet boy who is familiar with being held from his earlier days, and does not attack me, but he was not happy about being restrained and kicked his feet (and me in a tank top). Soooooo, I now have two deep icky gashes on my chest that would be embarrassing to explain to anyone.
Nonetheless, I held and rocked him until the girls settled down to roost and it was dark enough for the automatic door to close. Then I put him on the other end of the roost and watched them (and kept saying "be good, Tank" over and over). He was so funny - you could tell he wondered where his bedtime buddies were that he cuddled with, and then he VEEEEEERY slowly sidled up to the nearest GNH girl and leaned his neck over her and roosted there. I hope they work this out - I don't want to have to babysit at bedtime every night. (I certainly will be clipping his nails and wearing a thicker shirt, though!)
Well, glad I went to check on the new arrangements.
Tank was on the roost either pecking at them as they tried to come up there with him (perhaps he still thought they were intruders) or trying to mount - I couldn't quite tell. I had to block off the automatic door so the girls couldn't run back out and sleep outside (had to catch one in the briars/stickers - with me in shorts), then I grabbed Tank and held him to keep him calm for a while. He's a sweet boy who is familiar with being held from his earlier days, and does not attack me, but he was not happy about being restrained and kicked his feet (and me in a tank top). Soooooo, I now have two deep icky gashes on my chest that would be embarrassing to explain to anyone.
Nonetheless, I held and rocked him until the girls settled down to roost and it was dark enough for the automatic door to close. Then I put him on the other end of the roost and watched them (and kept saying "be good, Tank" over and over). He was so funny - you could tell he wondered where his bedtime buddies were that he cuddled with, and then he VEEEEEERY slowly sidled up to the nearest GNH girl and leaned his neck over her and roosted there. I hope they work this out - I don't want to have to babysit at bedtime every night. (I certainly will be clipping his nails and wearing a thicker shirt, though!)