My landlady is a great neighbor; the ducks (and chickens) visit her yard all the time. The ducks like to go up to her sliding glass door and settle down while she watches TV. She said it's so odd that she hears them gabble while the TV set audio is on, but when she turns off the TV, they STOP making noise. On the dot, she said.
Of course, she also let me start to keep chickens... she wasn't too keen on the ducks at first, because they are messy, but she's come to enjoy their antics. Although the drilling in the yard near her water spigots is annoying.... She knows their names and tells me stories of my own birds.
The other really cool neighbors to the "back" of me are just wonderful. They were interested in the chickens, asked what breeds they all are - "What's that one? What's her name? Who lays the green eggs?" They buy a dozen eggs from me every Sunday. At first I gave them eggs, but the lady of the house asked me, as I handed her the third dozen, if I was selling them. I am, so she asked how much I sell 'em for... and then left an envelope with the 3 dollars in it on the fence. I told her later I didn't want to SELL eggs to them, I wanted them to be "bribed" by the eggs. After all, Carl the rooster is pretty loud.... Both she and her husband swear his crowing doesn't bother them. They said they paid $5.00 a dozen for farmer's market brown eggs, and she was going to pay me the 3 dollars I charge other people - and she now gets a beautiful variety of colored eggs right from the chickens next door.
Yesterday, I found a note attached to the fence. One of my hens had gone over the fence the day before, it seems, and their rottweiler and golden retriever had chased and killed her. The note was incredibly apologetic and begged my forgiveness. She left the home phone number on the bottom below her signature.
I called the number and left a message telling her/them what happened was just Nature, that that's what happens when chickens go over the fence. It wasn't their dogs' fault, there was no reason for them to worry and there was no reason for them to NEED forgiveness. I appreciated them telling me about it, because I had wondered where that hen was... but it wasn't anybody's fault at all.
I think they're marvelous neighbors. Sometimes, in the bag hung on the fence, I get a bunch of home-grown lavender, tied with a ribbon, along with the 3 dollars and the previous week's empty egg carton.
Of course, she also let me start to keep chickens... she wasn't too keen on the ducks at first, because they are messy, but she's come to enjoy their antics. Although the drilling in the yard near her water spigots is annoying.... She knows their names and tells me stories of my own birds.
The other really cool neighbors to the "back" of me are just wonderful. They were interested in the chickens, asked what breeds they all are - "What's that one? What's her name? Who lays the green eggs?" They buy a dozen eggs from me every Sunday. At first I gave them eggs, but the lady of the house asked me, as I handed her the third dozen, if I was selling them. I am, so she asked how much I sell 'em for... and then left an envelope with the 3 dollars in it on the fence. I told her later I didn't want to SELL eggs to them, I wanted them to be "bribed" by the eggs. After all, Carl the rooster is pretty loud.... Both she and her husband swear his crowing doesn't bother them. They said they paid $5.00 a dozen for farmer's market brown eggs, and she was going to pay me the 3 dollars I charge other people - and she now gets a beautiful variety of colored eggs right from the chickens next door.
Yesterday, I found a note attached to the fence. One of my hens had gone over the fence the day before, it seems, and their rottweiler and golden retriever had chased and killed her. The note was incredibly apologetic and begged my forgiveness. She left the home phone number on the bottom below her signature.
I called the number and left a message telling her/them what happened was just Nature, that that's what happens when chickens go over the fence. It wasn't their dogs' fault, there was no reason for them to worry and there was no reason for them to NEED forgiveness. I appreciated them telling me about it, because I had wondered where that hen was... but it wasn't anybody's fault at all.
I think they're marvelous neighbors. Sometimes, in the bag hung on the fence, I get a bunch of home-grown lavender, tied with a ribbon, along with the 3 dollars and the previous week's empty egg carton.