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I live in what most people would call a "ranchette neighborhood". It's a buffer of 1-5 acre properties that lies between a neighboring town and larger open farms. The neighborhood's become a bit snootier since the property values have shot up, but we still have our share of old fashioned rednecks.
My wonderful, friendly, lifetime NRA member neighbor is the biggest redneck of them all. He's also a rich repuke twit who considers any news other than Faux to be "liberal, communist propaganda". Still, his wife bakes us amazing pies, and his barbeque's are to die for, so we put up with him :)
Lately, Mr. Repuke has been getting all worked up about the bird flu, and how it's going to kill us all. He's got stockpiles of food, he admitted that he's been stockpiling ammo and seed, and he's convinced that HE'S the only one in the neighborhood who's going to live through it. About a week ago I laughingly pointed out to him that his 40 chickens actually made him the MOST likely person in the neighborhood to get it. That was a bad idea on my part.
He went nuts. He put up mesh screens over and around all of his chicken coops to keep the wild birds away, he's installed floodlights, fake owls, and noisemakers to scare off anything other than his own chickens (which actually do get scared, they just can't fly away). When the deterrents stopped working after a few days, he took to firing his rifle into the air to scare the birds away.
And then, about four hours ago, he escalated it even further. Apparently a bird got inside of the mesh, and he ran out with his RIFLE (not shotgun or scattergun, but his rifle...which was probably a .30 or .45) to shoot it. Just as he got to the coop, the bird got loose and tried to fly away. He tracked it and fired on it anyway...missing the bird, but hitting his own house. The bullet went in through his dining room window, barely missed his wife who was eating breakfast, and exited the other side of his house right in the middle of his 10 foot by 12 foot living room picture window. Presumably the bullet landed somewhere in the river valley behind his house, or in the farmland on the other side.
As I write this, the county sheriff deputies are giving him a stern talking to, but they probably won't arrest him since he only damaged his own property. His wife, on the other hand, is about ready to leave him :)
Ah, the joys of living in a Red county!
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