Norman’s Nonsense 28 – The Fence

If the news is kind of old, is it still news? What is time, anyway? Does anybody really know what time it is?

We had an old fence and it started falling apart. The Farm Manager says that time does that, but I never saw time messing around with that fence.

The original fence was a kind of basketweave design. It was about a hundred years old.

The Farm Manager built a new fence behind it to keep the neighbor’s dog from sticking his head through. (Which wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t fed him hot dogs through the holes.)

If you ignore the sunbathing capybara, you can see the old new fence behind the old old fence, way up there.

And then they moved and new people moved in and then they moved and the new new people suddenly started taking out our fence so they could yank out the rampant bamboo which had appeared out of nowhere. It was full of birds, anyway.

You can see the old new fence behind the falling-apart basketweave fence.

It’s hard to see the welded wire and chicken wire security fencing on the inside, but it’s there.

Raccoons liked to walk between the old old fence and the new old fence and stare at the hens.

That’s when the Farm Manager nearly had a heart attack and wouldn’t let them take out the whole dog-proof fence she had built. She made them keep the part right next to my aviary. Whew!

The hens were happy.

Half-Stache was busy watching for mice to pop through.

Cubicle and I were happy, and we put up with Shamrock.

Then a whole lot more time happened and then suddenly the neighbor took down the rest of the old new fence, and it was scary for a week.

In the back yard, the fence sits on top of a retaining wall. Without the fence, it looks like the backyard is in a hole.

You can see why the Farm Manager had the old new fence built.

Sticks and ladders hold up the security wire. Good thing it wasn’t attached to the fence!

Raccoons can look right in, but the wire still kept them out.

Suddenly there was no fence at all. We were lucky that the aviary has its own funky state-of-the-art security fencing, so the raccoons never got in.

Sticks, concrete blocks, that old ladder, and rusty wire.

Duct tape, chewing gum, and cable ties.

When they took away the old basketweave fence, we were totally naked back there for about two weeks. They stopped and started and then they worked on some other parts not next to our house.

They did the middle part and then gave up for a while.

Finally, they worked on the aviary part when everything else was done.

The Farm Manager must have checked that wire security fence about ten times a day. It’s kind of rusty and it has been mended about a million times where the trees go through it. The fence crew was very careful and they also had nice music, but it took forever for them to custom cut the wood and fit them between the crooked old basketweave supports.

All the way across the back yard and into the aviary.

Can you believe that stick and ladder are still there?

All the way to the northwest corner.

So that’s the new fence. It’s a little bit harder for the raccoons to sneak around back there, but after all that work, it’s the old chicken wire security fence that keeps us safe!