Fence! Fence! Fence!
It was a genuinely exciting weekend for us all. Zephyr could only watch from the window (that's his view in the first photo), but I got to be outside to see the construction of a new fence in my backyard! The peeps must know some secrets about Uncle Glen that he doesn’t want the world to know about, if you catch my drift. Otherwise, I can’t imagine why he would devote two full days (at least 16 solid hours) of hard labour to helping the fleshies without presenting them with an invoice for his services at the end of the weekend. I don’t know about you, but I won’t do anything unless there’s some sort of payoff for me. But that’s just my style. I don’t like the new fence. The old rickety one was much easier to pass through into our neighbour’s yard. But I have my ways. No fence can ever be the boss of me!