I hesitate to show you my signage, but what the heck. I admit I'm eccentric; don't suffer fools gladly.
At the entrance to our driveway (a quarter mile long that ends at our house) there is a POSTED, KEEP OUT sign. A little farther, a no trespassing, hunting nor fishing sign. Most of our driveway is lined with trees and you can't see the house from the main road. Even so, can you believe, all kinds of people (mostly the unsavory kind) drive up our driveway. What? Would you do that out in the country?
Here is what I did with the Halloween skeleton.
Still they come. And, my little ankle biter, Sister, really does bite sometimes.
So down the fence row I made these signs, like a roadside attraction.
And still they come. Not the kindly hard working farmers of olden days, but meth heads, hillbillies, those of the criminal ilk who've never worked a day in their life. If you've seen the movie, Winter's Bone, it could have been filmed around here.
My Peaceable Hill Farm is my paradise. It is my haven, my sanctuary from a cold, hard world. I am very selective/protective of my farm and home and don't abide the uninvited.
It was meant to be tongue in cheek.
(But, I really kind of mean it).