Yeah, I live in a house with a u-shaped drive as well... Scared me so much when a random car used it to turn around at 12;00am the other day. lol
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Makes you wonder ... what the heck did she think an EGG was before you told her this? Just goes to show that people DON'T think. They just live in a fog, for the most part.
Hahaha! I definitely need a bee suit!!!
Yep..that pretty RED WELCOME sign is so inviting!I live on an acre of property, with a u-shaped drive way, the house positioned towards the back of the property with most of the acre as our front yard and driveway. I also live on one of the busiest roads in town. You would not believe how many random people would drive down the driveway and around to the other side, just to turn around. I had people stop, get out of their cars, and look around like they wanted to hang out and have a picnic. ON MY PRIVATE PROPERTY. RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. COMPLETE STRANGERS.
We put up gates two years ago. People still turn off the road and seem confused by the presence of the gates.
This is the main entrance. Doesn't it just scream "No body lives here, come and play."
some black cat fire works
would be great!
You'd have to film it though.....light a 50 pack and throw it in the trespassers direction....I'd kill myself laughing!
We live on a sort of dead end( neighbor to the south is a slumlord trailer park owner) so we discourage passers through. A few years ago, a drunk crashed through our gate, blasted out the side, dragging the fence in the wheels. He got stuck, and being a drunk and scared of getting caught, he ran to the slumlord neighbors house and stole a car that had keys left in it and then drove through the bottom of our fence, south fence and blasting through the north fence across the whole pasture, then through my parent's pasture till he found the haying road. He finally got onto the real road, then ended up plowing into a tree at 60 miles an hour.
We live on a sort of dead end( neighbor to the south is a slumlord trailer park owner) so we discourage passers through. A few years ago, a drunk crashed through our gate, blasted out the side, dragging the fence in the wheels. He got stuck, and being a drunk and scared of getting caught, he ran to the slumlord neighbors house and stole a car that had keys left in it and then drove through the bottom of our fence, south fence and blasting through the north fence across the whole pasture, then through my parent's pasture till he found the haying road. He finally got onto the real road, then ended up plowing into a tree at 60 miles an hour.
This latest one doesn't have anything to do with chickens, but I'm posting it anyway. I live on a private culdesac with 'Private Road' & 'No Trespassing' signs posted at the entrance. Across my driveway is a big, fenced off field that's covered in 5-6ft weeds (mostly stinging nettles.) The field also is posted private & no trespassing. We live in suburbia & for some reason people feel these posted signs do not apply to them. You cant imagine how often I'm standing in my yard telling total strangers that they can not park their car, walk their dogs, ride their skateboards, eat their lunch, play ball with their kids, pick fruit off my neighbors trees, smoke pot, take a pee, or a plethora of other things they do out there. After all these years, I'm still shocked by how mad people get at me for making them leave. Most will call me names & go, but some want to argue with me, or explain that they're "only walking the dog" or whatever they're doing. I have to repeat that they are in my driveway & ask if they want me parking my car, walking my dog, playing with my kids or riding my skateboard in their driveway...
Ok, so a couple days ago I see a woman with 4 or 5 little kids out there. She was bending the slightly broken chain link fence all the way down to the ground so the little kids could climb out of the field. I walked out to confront her but the kids were running down my driveway yelling at the top of their lungs & she was chasing after them. I looked up & noticed she had left 3 teenage girls sitting in a path they had trudged thru the weeds. All three of these girls were in strapless, mini sundresses & high heeled sandals. They were just sitting there laughing & taking pictures of themselves (like, this is what we looked like before we got stung head to toe in nettles.) So, I walked out there & said, "What do you guys think you're doing?" With their very entitled tones & their snotty So.Cal teenage girl voices they all started spouting off to me at the same time. (*note; I'm allowed to say this without prejudice, as I too was once a snotty, So. Cal teenage girl.) So anyway, they were spouting off that they were not doing anything wrong & they were only taking graduation pictures of themselves, etc... I told them that they were not at the park, that they were trespassing on private property & they had to leave. I finished off by pointing out what they had done to the fence. All 3 of them erupted in chorus of how they didn't do it & how rude I was to accuse them. At this point, the most intelligent girl in the group took the conversation into her own hands & said in her mock valley girl accent, "How would YOU like it if WE accused YOU of breaking the fence?!" ...Huh??? I admit, I was completely blown away & a little confused by this idiotic statement. This was our brief conversation;
Me: "What??? Do you even hear yourself?"
Her: "Do YOU even hear YOUR self?"
Me: "Are you kidding me?"
Her: "Are YOU kidding ME?'
At that point I realized just what level of idiot I was dealing with & ended the conversation with a bellowing, "OK. YOU ARE TRESPASSING GET THE (expletive) OUT OF HERE NOW!!!" which probably reverberated thru the entire culdesac. They were all grumbling again at the same time about how rude I was (How rude! How rude! SO RUDE!...) but they climbed out of the bushes in their mini sundresses & strappy high heeled sandals & stomped away down my driveway. I told them how lucky they were that they didn't meet any of the many snakes & scorpions that live in there. Apparently needing the last word, the mouthiest one enunciated, "Fine. Have. A. Nice. Day."
Sigh! I guess I get to spend the weekend fixing the fence.