This is what we saw when we arrived to babysit for a little while this afternoon: big holes, big rocks.
All the kids want to do is fence in the place so that Nikki Dee and Zachary (when he's ready) can play outside safely. But the bedrock is close to the surface here — to say the least. The fence guys started with a big auger yesterday but had to augment that with a drill. Then they went back for a bigger drill, but it still wasn't enough.
So the backhoe arrived today, and was busy digging out huge holes for little fence posts ... because that's the only way they could dig out and move the rocks that you see in the next two photos.
Is that crazy or what?! It took two guys to pivot the rock in the next picture into the bucket because the backhoe wasn't able to get a proper purchase. Big sucker, eh?
Fortunately, the kids back onto a wooded area, so it was easy to dispose of the rocks, and that's what's going on in the next two photos.
In Sarnia, we had about a million feet of clay before you got the bedrock (enough to build a railway tunnel through the clay under the St Clair River anyway) but here in Eastern Ontario it's right below the surface in many places.
I have been enjoying a partial break from blogging and commenting so far this week, but I had to take a break from my break to show and tell you this little story.
