We knew when we bought our new house in KC that we'd have to build a new fence. We have large dogs that need to be outdoors. The partial, decades-old and half-buried chain link marking out about 60% of the yard would have to go. Ugh, chain link. So ugly. So rusty. Also in this case, so incredibly overgrown.
Three months after moving in, we hadn't quite made the progress on it we probably imagined, but we finally got spurred into action when our surprisingly kind and patient neighbors informed us that our German Shepherd, Hank, had more or less decided he was king of Waldo. He had found ways out of the temporary fence we put up, and, as any independent boy should, he was taking himself for walks while we were at work. He also liked hanging out in our front yard, and he also enjoyed his new yard next door (that does not belong to us). Most cunning of all, he would let himself back in to our backyard so that by the time we got home, he would be there, as if he'd been patiently waiting all day.
We're thankful that nothing bad had happened, and that our neighbor, Eban, was kind enough to just tell us rather than call animal control. Hank would not fare well in the joint. Yay for not-jerk neighbors. Also yay for neighbor in that he told us we could do whatever we wanted, to cut or tear down whatever trees necessary to put up a new fence. So, about 3-4 weeks ago, it began.
Now I hated chain link before this all began. It is fine in that it is cheap and it does work, but be it on a playground, or at any house, it is just such a bummer. So institutional. Cage-like. There is not a single attractive chain-link fence in the world, is there?
I can't really pretend I did the hard stuff (like, any of it). Ed and our Dodge City bestie John did the real heavy lifting. They ripped out the chain link with a come-along and our truck. They dug out the awful, huge roots and blocks of concrete holding the old fence posts in. They cut down a fairly large tree. They discovered that previous homeowners had basically just been burying the fence over time. I got off pretty light, with tree trimming and hedge clipping and landfill-going. I made lunches. Me=lucky (and not very muscly).
Ed and John over the course of the week got post holes dug (which is another Herculean non-April task), and new concrete poured around the new posts. And as we have had time over the past couple of weeks, we've added the frame and slats. Here, I am thankful to say, I can help! I can't do much, but yes, I can use a power drill and a level.
We are about halfway done - the next steps are to add mulch to fill in the gaps under the fence, add cattle guard (metal grate) for the top third of the fence, cut off the tops and add post toppers (or not), and to build a legitimate gate for the driveway. There also is another tree (or perhaps two) to remove. And another side to build. Details.
Most importantly though, the other side holds and Hank can now only be king of our yard. And Ed and John are champions of fence-building men.
Molly results are also good: