The Fine Art of Barter and a Return to Over-the-Fence Relationships
A happy ending to a weighty story
The ivy next to my northern fence is deep and cool. There’s now a flattened spot on my side where my new-ish neighbor Judy and I stand and talk.
Shadow, her black Lab, barks and barks, for she knows I come bringing turkey jerky.
NO, not the good stuff. That awful shit that Costco replaced with their own cheap brand of crap.
So the other day, after the local squirrel gang managed to send my brand new birdhouse crashing to the ground, breaking the damned thing into several pieces, I asked Judy a Really Important Question.
“You like chocolate almonds?”
Judy nodded.
“Wait here.”
I sprinted to the garage, grabbed my Big Fat Bag of Evil Snacks and high-tailed it back to my flattened spot.
Handed over the (too-many pounds of) chocolate almonds and Bueno Bars.
All safely untouched and pre-packed, mind you.
She grinned, delighted. Then she said,
“Wait here.”
She took the goodies inside, and returned with a brand new bird feeder.
Said bird feeder will hold just as many calories but I sure as hell won’t be raiding it. There is hope for my hips yet.
As Wind in His Hair said to John Dunbar in Dances with Wolves…..
“Good trade.”





