A redneck moves from the trailerhood to the suburbs for a little patch of dirt to call home and set up an as much as possible self sufficient lifestyle. Some things will go better than planned, others worse. Hopefully, most will at best be somewhere in between.
Monday, May 8, 2017
Neighbor's Chickens Are Gone
After having to give up my ducks and geese, I really looked forward to hearing my neighbor's rooster crow each day. Now, I had never met these people nor seen their crop of birds. All I did was hear the cock crow. If I couldn't have my birds I was so happy to hear theirs raising Hell and singing their songs.
Well, it seems somebody complained about the "noise" and I haven't heard to chickens for a while. You know, it's funny in a way. I'd gotten so used to hearing them that it took a while to notice that I wasn't hearing them.
I'm sure them that had the chickens are in a sour mood over having to be shed of them as I was over "the Quack Pack". Perhaps I can locate them and see can we join together to get our birds back or maybe raise quieter birds such as quail.
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