Our previous
house sit was on acreage, so by nature we did not see the neighbours. We got to
know one of them, but we could not see their house from the inside of the house
and we didn’t really get to talk to any of them much either. Distance was the culprit
mostly I guess. But this house sit is right in the Brisbane suburbs, on a piece
of land that may be about one eight of an acre, so the neighbours are all around.
It is quite
a well-established area, and we have been told by the house owners that many of
the neighbours are retired and they all know each other. I find it really nice
to be able to stand on the deck and say hi to Sue over the back fence, or Denis
over the side fence. From the little I have seen so far it’s not a ‘nosey’ sort
of neighbourhood, but one that just keeps an eye on things, and that’s a good
thing.
Sue, over
the back feeds the kookaburras. About 4 pm each afternoon 3 or 4 of them fly in
and sit on the clothes line. One will go and sit on a rail right beside her
back door. She comes out with little bits of mince and hand feeds the one by
the back door and throws titbits to the others. Sue says she can not only hand
feed this bird but the bird allows her to pat it too. That’s terrific!
Listen to
the kookaburra here. For a small bird they can certainly make a lot of noise.
They are related to the kingfisher and usually call at dawn and dusk.
I remember
my own childhood, living in a small town, the entire neighbourhood knew each
other by name. It was not an intrusive thing, but we all knew who was who,
where they worked, and all the children knew each other and played together after
school. Well, I guess we all went to school together too, so quite a close
community grew over the years. It gave a safety that is not apparent in most
neighbourhoods today. Rather sad isn’t it?
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