The De-Rabbitized Zone. I loved Beatrix Potter growing up. The stories. The cute little drawings of fuzzy bunnies. That was before I started gardening. I no longer like bunnies. Nope. Now it's war.
Over the weekend the Engineer fashioned a rabbit proof garden gate.
Then installed a rabbit proof fence.
The placement of which was determined by the old gas acetylene generator. If you haven't been hanging out here since the beginning and haven't heard the fascinating story behind the generator you really should go check it out.
The generator sat on a concrete slab that isn't going anywhere fast. It and gads of bricks are embedded in the ground most likely because of the explosion. What explosion you ask? See, I told you. You really should read that story. Anyway, it made setting the corner post a bit challenging and not even remotely square.
But I think it will hold the fence up and keep our DRZ secure. All that is left to do is cut the corner posts down and install a chicken hatch so the chickens can come in and work their excavating magic on the area.
In the mean time Sparky looks longingly at the grass and bugs. "If only I could get to the other side."
Soon, little buddy, soon.