I don't understand either.
There doesn't seem to be a coherent standard. We have some good ones here on the pond and even if I don't agree with them they generally know their stuff. There are others too.
I guess some must be 'political' appointments that support the site ethos.
You wont believe the night I’ve had! I have a crazy neighbor who lives down at the bottom of my street (not on my actual road but the road x mine) He’s apparently off his meds & decided that no one in my culdesac is allowed to put trash cans at the bottom of our easement road anymore because he can see them from his kitchen. We have to leave them at the bottom of our road because its the only way waste management will take them. In his deluded mind he’s decided that he owns our easement. (Like I said, crazy.) Incidentally, we have a new neighbor in the culdesac who leaves his cans down the street all week because they don't know any better. So anyway, a couple days ago Crazy Neighbor waits till he see's me leave then drags the new neighbors cans up my hill & puts them in front of my house. My long time, good neighbor put a note on the cans letting the new neighbor know they have to take their cans home after trash day... No big.
Well tonights trash night & we all drag our cans down the road. Crazy Neighbor waits till he see's DH leave & immediately starts dragging everybodys cans up in front of my house. So I go out there & I try to talk to him & he smells like alcohol, is irrational & freaking screaming at me. I was telling him that I understand he's frustrated & he should just explain to the new neighbor that's there's a problem, but he kept screaming at me & wouldnt listen & so I started getting pissed because he's being a huge bully, threatening me, trespassing & touching my property. I say, "John those are MY cans that I pay for, you need to stop touching them. If you keep dragging them up here, I'm gonna keep dragging them back down. I've got all night & don't think for a second I wont freaking do it." So for 10+mins we proceed to drag the trash up & down the road. The whole time we're screaming at each other & he’s threatening me that I’m in trouble & I need to back down. Blah! Blah! Blah!. I'd let him get one can all the way up the hill (because I wasn't gonna wrestle him for them) & when he'd go down for another I'd take one back down. He was screaming accusations at me & sweating & huffing & puffing up & down my road & I swear to God I was hoping he'd have a heart attack & drop freaking dead right in front of me, but no such luck.
So I finally call my good neighbor & say I’m dealing with a crazy person, I need you out here. When he comes out he says, "Oh! This guy! This guys ****ing crazy! He threatened me with physical violence yesterday, just leave the cans"... but I cant, because I don't do bully's, EVER. In the meantime Crazy Neighbor is still screaming threats & accusations & pointing out houses that he's reported to county code enforcement because he has a friend in the department & can get people in trouble & he's gonna call them on me & all the other neighbors. Then he says he's calling the Sheriff & I tell him, “Good! Please do so that I don't have to.”
At this point DH starts driving up the road & he see's Crazy Neighbor in the middle of the street with someones trashcan & has no idea that he's drunk & that its all hitting the fan. He tries to reason with him, but theres nothing doing & then he sees me in the process of dragging a can down the road. He knows instantly that if I'm out there with Crazy Neighbor, in the dark, that there's a problem. Crazy is yelling that we've "abused our privileges" on his easement (not his) & that DH needs to get his wife under control. Crazy Neighbor then charges over to me & starts trying to yank my trash can out of my hand. I wouldn't let go of it & he started like he was gonna come at me, but I stood my ground. Luckily we were in DH's blind spot & he couldn't see what was going on or the chit REALLY would have hit the fan. Crazy Neighbor must've realized that I wasn't letting go & that if he hit me he'd be going to jail, so at that point he let go & walked back to the car to start yelling at DH again.
He eventually walked away screaming that he was calling the city & calling the Sherriff & that we were in trouble & I was screaming, “Do it! Call them! Please! Call them right now!” Well 3hrs later & theres still no Sherriff, but I have no doubt he will call the city & try to file complaints because that’s the p*ssy way of exacting his revenge on a neighbor whos never been anything but nice to him. He knows darn well we always pull our trash cans up as soon as they’re dumped, but he doesn’t care. He’s truly acting like a raging lunatic.
I know I can pretty much kiss our beautiful, beloved rooster goodbye now & with the VND quarantine in the next county over theres no one who will be willing to rehome him. To say that my kids are devastated & I mean DEVESTATED would be an extreme understatement.Sorry this is so long.
I am glad you said this.... I am more qualified to help with building things than actually raising chickens.... except for my own.
Nice!
