A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Our neighbors are moving. It is a good thing for them, but sad for us. It means their house is for sale and real estate agents get grumpy when they have to sell a house next door to chickens.
We’ve been through this with the neighbors on the other side. We prayed and prayed and God sent a single woman who loves the chickens. She even comes outside to watch them.
The new neighbors on the other side will not have that pleasure. A privacy fence is going up.
The process is actually very stressful for the entire Miller farm. Strange people are walking around next door, which requires a certain amount of barking on the part of the dachshunds. Of course, some of the dachshunds (Bella) believe that life requires a certain amount of barking all the time.
Then there is the dreaded air compressor.
Fortunately, I have experience with air compressors. Experience being that there is one in the garage, which moves on the front porch when Bee Keeper Brian is building something.
I know that it randomly comes on and makes noise so I’m not startled. The chickens, on the other hand, have never seen the air compressor in our garage and so when the one next door started making noise, they all rushed to the opposite side of the yard.
No more strange people or noises next door. We actually can’t tell what is next door. All we see is this beautiful fence.
Tucker is confused. He can’t see his friend Gus, the miniature schnauzer who lives next door, anymore.
Bella keeps barking at the fence hoping to scare it away.
The good news is the chickens won’t be flying into the neighbor’s yard on that side. They can’t see that the grass is greener.
As I stood in our back yard I couldn’t help but think of the show “Home Improvement” and wonder if our new neighbors will be named “Wilson.”