It's one of the things we love about living here. Being that we're out in the cow country there are those lovely Chilliwack odors that can make the air heavy sometimes and out here in the farmlands, with fields directly behind us those odors can be slightly, magnified. So privacy and quiet (aside from those farmers who are on drugs and think that 3am is the time to take down the corn!) are our smell survival bonus'.
Back to the neighbour, he kind of caught us off guard. He doesn't live in a traditional house and in fact over the past few weeks has moved into the empty lot directly beside our driveway. It's not totally bad, because of where he is, he can't see into our window (bonus for me!) but he's a restless sort and all his rustling around has been known to scare the bejeepers out of me at 11:00 at night. He loves carrots and adores my children, over all we're kinda glad he's here.
In case you hadn't guess yet, our new neighbour is a horse*. He's the landlords horse and for whatever reason they keep moving him from his usual place on their farm over to the lot. He's 27 and apparently that's old in horse years - I happen to resent the fact that anyone imply that 27 is old but hey, he's a horse. He used to do chariot races and take little kids on horse rides but he's retired now, he's old and sweet and my girls LOVE him.
*We are sure this horse has a name, unfortunately we have yet to connect with the landlords to get that name. Before he moved in, Kathy was telling me all about him but never mentioned a name....they've since been gone or we've been busy and thus, to us he's just Horse. Sometimes I think it's almost easier and have even contemplated being just Girl, for simplicity.