On Being Neighborly

  
Clucking. Lots of "I laid an egg and I'm proud of it" clucking. That's what my sweet neighbors have to hear on a daily basis. They all insist they don't hear it, which I think is kind of them to say, but probably not true. My only consolation of feeling less guilty is that we don't have a rooster. That might be a different story. 

 I wonder if it's my small gift of fresh eggs that make them so hard of hearing? I have a feeling that might be how I'm buying their silence. Bribery.  ;-)