No, no, the other kind of fencing.
Remember last month when I joked about our backyard fence falling apart? Yeah, maybe not so much a joking matter.
As I implied, the fence was rotted out beyond repair, so the whole thing had to come down.
Living with craters and loose poles was interesting. Even the neighbors thought so.
Actually, Tuxie and MM were real troupers through the whole process, and kept a close watch on the deconstruction and subsequent construction.
If only the Bay Bridge had had such dedicated QA engineers! They came by every evening to make sure the job was being done to spec.
Nor were they the only ones to drop by.
We lost a few plums to that guy. Though, in fairness, I should say that we only saw him eating groundfall.
Naturally, the local gang came by as well. “Nice fence you’re building there. Be a shame if anything happened to it, y’know?”
MM and Tuxie weren’t impressed, and extended their supervisory warrant to include security. And no, the changes didn’t affect their appetites.
So now we’ve got a lovely, new fence.
Even Tuxie approves.
Very nois! Was that a bear?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Stealing plums? No, that was a deer. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the camera with the real zoom lens handy at the time.
Pingback: Back On the Fence | Koi Scribblings