Several times a year we are visited by a fencing contractor in order to rid him of the cost of dumping the rubbish that accummulates due to his work. Due to social demand he erects the modern colourbond metal fencing and removes the sturdy outdated timber paling fences. When I was a kid the timber fences were a standard in every backyard. Solid hardwood timber. Things were built to last.
It’s always a thrill to have him visit. We never quite know what he has in store for us.
But, whatever the bounty, we put it to good use.
Here this lattice fence took shape after hours of sorting hundreds of pieces of broken and split lattice timbers. The size of each lattice panel was determined by the size of timbers that we recovered. Broken bits we used for firewood.
Hardwood timber palings are solid and long wearing. In this photo you will see how my very clever husband Paul created character when he clad the bunkhouse with fencing timber.
A surplus of timber palings remained. Creative Paul them turned his hand to building the wood shed and outside toilet.
When a batch of painted timber fencing came our way it arrived at a time when we were creating the Chook Tractor. So we constructed a chook house and nesting boxes.
In modern times more and more people seem to like to keep to themsleves. Timber slatted frames are attached to backyard fencing to add height and to create more privacy.
The fencing contractor explained that he had a load of fence extender timber for us because he was intrigued by what we would do with it. So here it is. A privacy screen and windbreak at the rear of the family carport. Painted to reflect light. The size of each panel was determined by the number of timbers and their size. Slats were grouped closely together to screen the clothes line from view, while the top and bottom slats are more open to funnel the wind.
Nowadays more often than not, the fencing contractor calls in just to see what we have created with his rubbish. It makes him feel that he is contributing to creative wisdom and reducing his lot in the modern manmade throwaway society. As a child he grew up a sheep farm. Nothing was ever wasted.