Well, some are ducks
The fowl escape from a house the street over, and there is actually a pocket park where they can and do wander. This is the first couple of days I’ve seen a flock stray so far from their coop. Calso keeps four chickens, but they never get out of her yard. I’m fascinated to see them, as I am by the wild turkeys I occasionally spy at the end of our road. If th owners don’t mind their straying, neither do I.
But animals in suburbia can cause conflict. I worry about Red’s unknown therefore uncollected “deposits,” since he does un the neighborhood off leash, usually in my sight and voice or collar control. A neighbor did complain to C yesterday about our late night chatter causing her two hounds to bark long and loud, waking the whole family. Only thing is, too damn cold for us to talk in streets last three months and we almost never come out together at night. I’m never out past 9:30 or 10:00 pm, so not sure what’s waking her dogs. Anyway, I took offense. What to make of that? Internal considering on my part? Just laugh at it? But here I am writing t down, holding onto a trivial matter.
Stepping on corns, GIG would say.
The bigger offense: still haven’t spoken to sis L since January 26. It’s like marking time, ticking off days to see when and how excommunicado
Emergency. Allan crashed the Matrix. In E R
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