October 6, 2012

• Fred Next Door is rebuilding the fence between our yard and his.  We've both talked about it since we first moved in; after all, the old fence is saggy sheep wire, useful only as a boundary marker.  Well, Fred has initiated the action, volunteering to shoulder the full expense.  I swear I have not intentionally made our yard an eyesore in hopes that he'd build the fence out of desperation -- in fact, I've gone to great lengths to make my hen house more beautiful than the average chicken coop, and consideration of our neighbors was a big part of that.  We have not had the funds to build a proper run behind the coop, though; I have to admit that it looks a little like a third world country back there, with salvaged plywood and wire fencing, and the occasional stray bird.  I know my own plans for making it proper and lovely, but poor Fred has to look at it in the meantime.

  Fred is supplying the materials.  For our part, Kirby is supplying the manpower.  He pulled up the old fence posts today, and trimmed our fruit trees so their branches will be clear of the new fence.  Cora and Wilson were delighted to be able to walk freely between the two yards, running back and forth just because they could, while Kirby cleaned up branches and Bri raked leaves.

  While they worked, I painted.  It took all afternoon, and my fingers are tired, but I did it.  One side down, one to go:
  

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