Fortress Wallaby is no ordinary piece of fenced off ground, it's beautiful (if a fence can be beautiful - I think it can). Fortress Wallaby was made by our neighbour, I'll call him Woody - I don't think he'd object, and Woody as you might expect is very handy with wood (and fences).
The strainer posts and stays are cut from fallen or dead trees on the property - ones that if not already fallen, needed to come down as they were too close to the house.
The wood is so beautifully red where it is newly cut and so grey and lichened a patina where it has weathered the weather.
In places, the fence looks like a mythical animal - perhaps a little like old Nessy of Loch fame without the abundant water and trapped behind chicken wire.
The first beds are being formed from old bridge decking and more fallen wood along with cardboard boxes, piles and piles of manure of all sorts and yard muckings, lucerne and mowings.
I'll take it one bed at a time.
This concoction will be allowed to stew for as long as I can stand it and then gradually I will plant up, first with things that need to go in over winter - raspberries, asparagus and bare rooted fruit trees - what else should go in in winter? And then the plantings for summer.
I have some pretty wonderful views from the new patch to keep me musing while I plant, manure and weed.
Finally we are under way. With such a beautiful fence line I had better grow some pretty wonderful vegetables!
While we are pretty sure that this fence will keep the wallabies out, it appears that the chickens are not at all deterred!
I have warned them that they might look nice stuffed and mounted as fence sentinels if they are not careful!
Watch out Muriel....
I am very glad that wallabies can't fly.