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.
So 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.