Sleepless in Glenwood

Home. I learned on the way from the airport yesterday that Ron has endeared himself to the new neighbor by firing off shotgun blasts. His objective in making such a racket was not to kill anything (although if the neighbor insists on being pissy, that could change). It was instead to scare off the pig family that has chosen a spot near our water tank to nest, or burrow, or whatever pigs do to set up house. Apparently, new neighbor guy likes to sleep during the day. He told Ron that shooting to scare them would do no good. He insisted, and we've heard this before, that you have to kill them to get rid of them. Well, they're gone, probably to someplace quieter. We were told we couldn't grow zucchini here too, but that was hogwash, pun intended.

Speaking of noise, we have a new critter, another interloper that Ron has named and feeds and calls, "good boy." Charlie the chicken. More specifically, Charlie the rooster. He's pretty, but annoying. His favorite crowing spot is directly under our bedroom window. His preferred time is 6:00 a.m. Charlie hangs out. And crows. He likes Doc and is not afraid of the cats. Did I mention that we feed him? I know it's a long shot, but I'm thinking this could be why he hangs out. Why do roosters crow? No, this is not the beginning of a joke. It's a question. Note to self: must google why roosters crow. Should google be capitalized when used as a verb? Note to self..... google when to capitalize google. Maybe Charlie is the reason those pigs skeedaddled. They couldn't sleep either. Note to self: look up the spelling of skeedaddle.

A hui hou. Aloha.

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