After a while, we eventually got inside Unc's Ranch— or should I say, my late Grandpa's Ranch, which Unc inherited as well aside from his given name.
Currently, it has a nice perimeter made up of a mix of rocks, lumber, and metal— though mostly with wound-up bamboo to give it this extra height. It used to be just this barbed-wire fence with wooden poles up to a normal adult's chest, but Unc's been busy with the people he took in his domicile.
'Seems smaller than it used to now since the whole place has been fenced in…'
In any case, the inside was 50%-60% up to capacity with all the new farms being set up and the elevated nipa huts serving as watchtowers throughout the area. Still, the farm animals Unc had were still roaming around and freely grazing in whichever way they wanted.
'Seems peaceful despite—'
"Woof!"
"Arf!"
