A webby red partition appeared across the middle of the woods. This differs from webby red petitions in that you don't have to sign them. We did sign, however to allow our neighbors to the south to keep their home on 1/2 acre instead of getting the enlarged creek through their front room.
That's when this happened:
Big cyclone fence replaced the big red webby one.
One of our neighbor's chickens, Buck, was visiting at the time. Actually, all chickens are named Buck, and they think all humans are named Buck --if not everything else as well. They'll mutter, "Buck, Buck, Buck", and whatever shows up in response is fine with them.
"What the Buck?" exclaimed Buck.
I replied, "Just follow it until you can get around it, then go home."
Over the fence, our view of the creek had assumed a strangely automated immensity.
And on the other side:
Giant yellow prairie-spankers stand in wait, asking " 'ere now, who's been naughty?"
The new creek will be 40-50 feet wide and 40 feet deep. After next year, our Dept. of Parks and Recreation will assume maintenance of the riparian, freeing us oldies from the agony of sharpening chainsaws and buying extra beer. Nobody for miles is renewing flood insurance.
What we do have, for better or worse, for richer for poorer, is a second lavatory on our property.