One irate Border

The forecast for the foreseeable future is rain! Ugh! So decided to finally give the lawn its first cut of the year before it grows anymore.
Any mowing has to be done without someone's help. Hector flies at the lawnmower and barks incessantly, a shrill bark at that! He really detests the contraption. Well, having not seen it over the winter, he was quite distraught at its sudden appearance. So he remained behind the gate, but v much on the warpath! Poor thing!