The Hills are Alive...

Okay, the hills aren't really alive... but they are moving. The neighbors hired a rock moving company because "some day" they want to put a pool in. Before the pool, they definitely want a fence (which is a higher priority for them because they have a walk-out basement, and pretty high for us because we can see directly in to their walk-out basement). For their fence to be straight, they need to move our top tier of rocks. One other impediment to their fence is the property line. No property line in our development follows the rocks. The developer placed the rocks willy-nilly, and they are pretty much... wherever he liked.

So, there's a rock mover in our back yard:

They have started to move the rocks here.
Last week they blue staked the front yard (in the snow, which is kinda funny).

Here's the rock mover.
Here's the big deal about the whole thing: the rock is EIGHT FEET too far into our yard. It's supposed to be 8 feet farther north into the neighbor's yard. They will move it back, and we will get 8 feet more into our yard for the price of moving the rock. Now, that is a tremendous bargain, and because the man who is moving the rock wishes to work, he has lowered the price of moving the rock from what he wanted to charge us in the fall. So, all in all, it's a great deal for the neighbors, and for us. Yay! Everyone is happy. We're happy, too, that he'll let us pay him a bit now, and a bit more in 30 days.

In the end, the wall will be eight feet farther back, the wall will be shorter (and smoother), and it will be in the right place. A much better outcome than what is currently there. It has to be engineered, but we don't have to pay for it. The neighbors do. We surrendered the top rock to them to offset some of their cost, and... we got 8 feet out of it in the deal.

How often can you buy 8 feet in your own back yard?