Landlady said she wants to close Gitmo, and so we closed Gitmo. Tore it right out of the ground, in fact.
Well, most of it. As proof that after we’ve betrayed the revolution we’ll be twice the government the old one ever was, (If I escape Claire’s guillotine, that is,) we’re raising in its place TWO gitmos! Yes! Gitmo Poco (on the old location) and Gitmo Nuevo! (at the Secret Lair.)
Seriously, Landlady’s talked about building a big chicken coop where Gitmo and the Big Doghouse currently are for just the longest time. For almost as long I
hoped thought she was kidding. Not so, it seems. We tore out all the fencing except in the rear, moved the big gate to a new location, and I’ll be moving all the surplus material to the Lair and fencing in the front yard so the boys still have a safe place when I’m not around.
More work. Yay. But I was wondering how I’d accomplish that fence thing, and now I know. I’m also desperately thankful that Gulchendiggensmoothen is behaving himself, because digging fenceposts out of their concrete graves would have been a hellacious amount of work by hand. With a ginormous backhoe, it’s just good noisy fun. Although (private to Landlady) it turns out there was a conduit right next to that middle post in front. Operative word is “was.” I think the wires go to the old fifth-wheel.