The neighbors put the fallen section in my yard. I met one of them this summer and I asked her if she knew who owned the fence, and was it a shared burden?
"Oh, we think the fence is yours!" she replied. Of course you do!
Ryan helped me jury rig the fence one morning using some rope. It looks classy, I know!
The posts (which are sunk in the neighbors' yard) weren't sunk into concrete. The wood is rotting and the whole operation is ready to fall into their yard at any minute.
I checked out a bunch of books on Oregon neighbor and property laws and promptly put them in a pile somewhere and forgot about them. I called the city and asked if they could just tell me if the fence was mine. I was told I have to hire a surveyor who would figure out the property lines. I need to spend some money just to (most likely) have someone tell me that the fence is mine. I'm not thrilled.
Luckily it's wet and cold out and I don't think cement would dry in this weather, so I'm hoping I can hold off on a new fence until spring. Last night was especially windy and I was convinced the whole fence was going to blow down. Luckily, just that one part fell down again. That, folks, is what they call the silver lining.
That looks sturdy, right? Portland wind, KNOCK IT OFF.
