Doors? The across the road neighbor took three years to replace his garage door when it broke according to neighbors #1 and #2. He left the stuff in the garage too.
Only time it looked stupid was when the snowdrifts piled up in there, they say. We weren't here for that little country drama. He put up a new door this summer.
We're having fun watching the city-slickers behind us buy chickens and goats and put them in little pens they made out of chicken wire and 2x4s.
We are all taking bets on whether the wind will toss the chickens, pen and all, over their fence into the electrical easement first, or if they'll be rescuing chickens from the first foot of snow in the fall as they're squished up against the chicken wire roof on the thing.
The goats are babies, and we expect they'll learn to eat their pen soon and then eat their trampoline. I'll probably have a goat or two visiting in a few months once they figure out how to get out. The dog will have a hissy fit.
I bet I could walk up to just about any house and find an unlocked door. Might also find someone behind it with a shotgun. And/or find that a neighborhood posse was looking for me afterward. On horseback. Ha.
(Even this former pig farming as a teenage kid guy is having a double-take or two when he waves at the neighbor kid walking his sheep down the road. Too many years in the city/hell hole. Every weekend it's four wheelers, dirt bikes, and horses wandering the neighborhood now. Since Karen wants nothing to do with a horse, the motor toys may need to be purchased to have something for visitors to do. The tractor only goes so fast and only carries one.
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. i feel a little silly now.
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