I found a place where the vandals appear to have been hanging out nearby in the edge, which was conveniently across the way from where some the fence had been cut.
There was a cache of pilfered flags, one dead uprooted lupine and other stuff from who knows where.
I don't get it.
I spent part of New Year's Day fixing the fence. The fence cuts were through a yard at a house that had been vacant for five years, according to a neighbor and at the house where the kids with the four-wheelers and a pickup live.
There was also some vandalism of the old swing I brought in, complete with teen graffiti (someone loves someone).
