Dumbest Things People Have Said About Your Chickens/Eggs/Meat - Part 2 : Chicken Boogaloo.

I don't know that much about dogs myself my cousin trained police dogs he is my expert but I have had abused cats before it takes a lot of positive reenforcement to get them around I have one now that was abused and she is antisocial to anyone but me ahecruns from anyone else it will take a few years getting her around to trusting humans again but I have made progress she is laying with me now but donnt come in the room she will dissapear fast unless I'm touching her
 
Where I live in Montana, one can only get away with this possibly in the summer when the bugs are out and there is enough forage, with only 12-15 inches of rain a year, forage only, is improbable. (I'm close to badlands)
 
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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...
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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.
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People ALWAYS used to trespass on my "papa's" (he is not my papa, but we think of him as one) land. Complete strangers!, to hunt illegally. So he decided to plant thorn bushes (he lives in the swamps of SC) along his property. Long story short, they MOWED right through them! So he decided to put "hog wire" in the bushes. That stopped them.

Also, people always trespass at my house. We live in a historic house where there was supposedly a murder in the early 1900s (heebee geebees!) and people always stop and take pictures with out our permission. Even when we were home! My dad has "photo bombed" their pictures a lot but we get them on a weekly basis. Any ideas?
 
Yea 12 gauge !! When you let it off it gets around you shoot trespassers but all you do is let one or two rounds in the ground I have had to do it here and did have the police called on me I just asked the question with a question when ask did you shoot at them? I'd ask are they wounded or dead? They would say no well there's your answer!
 
Yea 12 gauge !! When you let it off it gets around you shoot trespassers but all you do is let one or two rounds in the ground I have had to do it here and did have the police called on me I just asked the question with a question when ask did you shoot at them? I'd ask are they wounded or dead? They would say no well there's your answer!
You could take the shot out so you're not actually discharging a weapon. Even replacing shot with rock salt is non lethal and at worst a noise violation. You can't discharge a loaded firearm in city limits. Hence taking the load out then fire it for effect.
 

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