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Zeil
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The fences are four and half feet, although my wife contends that she was more right than me. Technically I suppose she's right.
As to the neighbours, once again this morning I put the chickens out into the run, not ten minutes later the lady brought the dog out, it stood at the fence and watched the chickens whilst she stood about halfway down her yard and stared into ours. I went out with my tea, she collected the dog and went inside.
I will admit I haven't really tried to engage with them, it might just be coincidence and my imagination, but they seem to run from me and I'm not chasing them down. They both look to be in their 50's if you can't be reasonable about something by that age then there's no hope, as for photography, sprinklers and fence...
Ah as I said I'm disiclined currently too do anything, as far as I know they might just be extending their garage or putting in a new fence themselves. Their behaviours pesky... But not really hostile so...
Also unless it's to document something legitimate I feel like a creep photographing people's yards, even while they're doing the same to me.
As to the neighbours, once again this morning I put the chickens out into the run, not ten minutes later the lady brought the dog out, it stood at the fence and watched the chickens whilst she stood about halfway down her yard and stared into ours. I went out with my tea, she collected the dog and went inside.
I will admit I haven't really tried to engage with them, it might just be coincidence and my imagination, but they seem to run from me and I'm not chasing them down. They both look to be in their 50's if you can't be reasonable about something by that age then there's no hope, as for photography, sprinklers and fence...
Ah as I said I'm disiclined currently too do anything, as far as I know they might just be extending their garage or putting in a new fence themselves. Their behaviours pesky... But not really hostile so...
Also unless it's to document something legitimate I feel like a creep photographing people's yards, even while they're doing the same to me.