Luckily yesterday was windy, chill and humid. MotherOwl dusted off pallets, screwed in a zillion screws, moved some more heavy stones, cut a lot of branches from the very prickly wild rose in smallish pieces, and suddenly the fence was finished. It works perfectly, the heavy stones stabilize it in the right places, and my home made fasteners work like a dream. The old fence will be removed in due time, that is when MotherOwl has planted all the willow saplings and they have begun growing.
Nogenlunde det samme sted fra som i går. Nu kan bierne ikke bare flyve ligeud. Den superstikkende rose blev ikke klippet helt ned, den kunne godt være der.
Seen from almost the same bees' view as yesterday. Now the bees have to fly up, over the fence and the branches. The very prickly wild rose has survived, at least some of it.
Her kigger vi den anden vej. Det ser fint og solidt ud.
And a view in the other direction. This looks good and solid,
|Se alle de fine, tunge sted. |
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Look at all those wonderful, heavy stones.
Og bare for at bevise at den ekstra stikkende vilde hybenrose faktisk er så slem, nappede jeg lige et nærbillede af den. AV!
Just to prove that the extra prickly wild rose is as bad as it's name here's a close up of one of the branches - OUCH!