Silence of the hens

WE HAVE ENTERED a new era at the Hacienda.

For almost 16 years, we have endured various, usually minor but persistent, problems due to the gang of chickens running wild next door.

Because of the sourpuss neighbors’ apple tree that abuts our property wall and because of the chicken flock’s fondness for snoozing up there at night, the fowl have long noticed the literally greener pasture next door.

New ImageSo they jump over. Oh, not all that often, but too often for my taste. Thankfully, they soon weary of this new world or perhaps they miss their sisters, so they flap back over the wall to where they belong, their familiar world of pigs, dogs, horses, etc.*

Recently, something odd happened. A hen leaped over and decided to stay. I addressed that challenge here if you missed the drama.

Two days ago, while I was standing on the upstairs terraza admiring the lovely morning, I noticed something next door because the terraza offers a clear shot of the neighbors’ yard. An enclosure of chicken wire, and inside that enclosure were all the darn chickens. Trapped!

Even better, the new chicken coop abuts the wall on the far side of their property, not on our side. And yesterday morning, unlike all mornings for years, the dawn cacaphony of cackles was drastically reduced. The coop, unlike the apple tree, seems not to encourage sunrise conviviality.

With luck, this situation will continue, but things tend to fall apart in time next door, both literally and figuratively. Our fingers are crossed.

One wonders if the neighbors missed the wandering hen who came here and never returned, or if building the chicken-wire coop so soon after was pure coincidence. No matter. All’s well that ends well.

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* You always want uninvited migrants, i.e. illegal aliens, to do precisely that, go back where they came from as soon as possible.

12 thoughts on “Silence of the hens

  1. Mercy sakes, Señor Felipe, your life is filled with chicken feathers and squawks and all the frustration that comes with such.

    But, as you noticed, things always change and sometimes for the better.


    1. Ricardo: Mercy sakes indeed! There’s one you don’t hear often anymore, but appropriate.

      Yes, things do change. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes for the worse. In this instance, it’s for the better. Much reduced cacaphony of cackles.


  2. Felipe: Our restrictive country has laws on where chickens, etc., can live. We have a neighbour who thinks feeding bread to crows is kind. Not only is bread not good for birds, it does attract the crows, and worse, gulls. It only takes several minutes for bread to cycle the digestive track of a large bird, and you know what happens next. They also fight over the bread with choruses of their lovely songs. At least tour bird is a candidate for Cow au Vin. It’s illegal to dispatch crows and gulls, but they’re hardly endangered, especially around here.

    Last summer said neighbour was shamed after complaining about the influx of rats, skunks and raccoons but not correlating it with her placing mounds of bird seed on the ground for the pigeons (another beloved species).

    Mercy sakes indeed, indeed!


    1. Kris: I’m betting your neighbor voted for the dimwit Trudeau.

      Yes, your country is restrictive. The U.S. is becoming more regulated by the day, and not in a good way. Though there are drawbacks to the freewheeling attitude in Latino nations, I prefer it. I doubt Mexico has any laws about domestic chickens whatsoever.


      1. Even in Mexico City, as you likely know, you’re seldom far from the crowing of roosters nor the cackling of hens. In F’s not-upscale barrio, there were plenty. But even in the relatively posh confines of Roma Sur, there was the auditory evidence of backyard fowl.

        So if there are any laws regarding chickens in Mexico, either the law requires them (not a completely ridiculous supposition given the available evidence) or any bans are as carefully observed as those against public corruption.


        Kim G
        Redding, CA
        Where even here, occasional chicken/rooster noises can be heard. As well as the lowing of cows in the distance.


  3. Felipe: Actually, she posts crap about Trudeau daily, and applauds Scheer, the conservative. She is a staunch Catholic. Her other traits need not be mentioned. Intelligence and political beliefs are bi-partisan, plenty of dummies to go around.

    I keep politics out of my conversations with you. Merry Christmas.


    1. Kris: So you’re saying one should not pigeonhole folks? I guess you’re right. As for your keeping politics out of our exchanges, yes, I know you’re a raging lefty, but I love you anyway! I applaud your calm temperament. Would that everyone were like you … and me.


  4. I don’t want to take over your blog, but I don’t always vote Liberal. I have voted Conservative, and in the last election I was going to vote NDP, but my purpose was to get rid of Steven Harper, and I thought that my vote might keep a Conservative seat, so I was voting against him. I normally vote the person and the platform. If the Conservative party had their way, amongst other things, abortion and marijuana would be illegal.


    1. Kris: Fret not. No one can take over my blog. Glad to hear you’ve voted conservative on occasion. They only reason I vote Republican in U.S. elections is it’s the sole viable alternative to the Democrat Party, which has gone far over the dark edge. I am not on board with Republicans in a number of areas, drug legalization being one. The War on Drugs is a pathetic, counterproductive, 40-year-old failure, but it continues. Lamentable. The GOP and I differ on other topics too.

      Just found your comment in the Trash file. Dunno why it was there. Thus, the tardy response.


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