Wild Kingdom

The chickens next door are attracting this guy:

I considered my chicken problem solved when I vanquished the annoying rooster last year, but now I have a coyote problem. I was actually scared to walk home yesterday because this fellow was standing on my sidewalk, not at all concerned about being out in broad daylight. To get home, I would’ve had to walk within 30 feet of him. I called my husband to come pick me up in the car.

He clearly wants to eat one of the chickens next door, who periodically roam freely in our yard. Frankly, I’d love to see it. I keep looking out my window waiting for my Wild Kingdom moment, but it hasn’t happened yet.

If I had small children or pets, I’d probably be Karening this situation by now. I would’ve had the Board of Health over here (again) to complain about the chickens attracting coyotes. But I don’t, so I’m just going to wait and see what happens.

GenX, let me know if you remember watching “Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom” on Sunday nights with your family. I think it was the first show to introduce us to both the beauty and the brutality of the animal kingdom. Some of those lion takedowns were epic. It showed us that predator-prey relationships are just part of nature.

The Sugar Test

Daily writing prompt
What makes a good neighbor?

There’s a difference between a good neighbor and a close neighbor. I grew up in a close neighborhood where the kids played together and the adults were friends. The adults organized a big Labor Day picnic every year that was tons of fun. For many years, the kids held a “carnival for muscular dystrophy,” which was a bunch of silly games and performances (think magic shows and baton twirling) in which we attempted to raise a few dollars for Jerry’s Kids.

Our nextdoor neighbors were a big part of our lives. We didn’t hesitate to go nextdoor and ask for a cup of sugar (and vice versa), if we discovered we were out midway through baking some cookies.

As an adult, I lived in one neighborhood that might have passed the sugar test. For a few years, there was a critical mass of moms who were home during the day and we hung out. I could’ve asked one of them for a cup of sugar, if I needed it.

After that, we moved to a bigger house in a different town – a subdivision. Here we have two acre lots and beautiful lawns. The lawns are a big deal. We did have a little outdoor neighbordhood gathering last weekend, but it’s not the same as the old days. The one neighbor I had here that would’ve passed the sugar test got divorced and moved to a condo downtown. (I still see her, but she’s not technically a neighbor anymore.)

These days the Number One quality of a good neighbor is that they’re quiet. If they don’t mow their lawns at 8pm or use a dreaded leafblower for hours on Saturday morning, I’m good. The noise of children is an exception. I love hearing kids play. We currently have no annoying dogs nearby, but we do have a problem. A big one. Some people moved in next door and built a chicken coop, which is not unusual, but then they did the one thing that cannot be overlooked or forgiven – they got a rooster.

Here’s the culprit with his girlfriends. He rises before 6 and squawks ALL day.