D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The neighbors in the accursed house on the corner have tomatoes in a large square planter - like I do - and are also growing some sort of vine (squash?) in a cardboard box. I'm not sure whether this is because their landlord - who, after all, destroyed a lovely garden with extreme prejudice - has forbidden them to sully the prissy patio behind the house with vegetable cultivation, or whether it's to discourage thievery, or what.

D.O.P.-T.

The neighbors with the chickens now have their lawn subdivided with an additional chickenwire fence, two more pie plates containing meal and water, and a cardboard box. The denizens of the new subdivision are two smaller black and white chickens. Apparently they are now operating a chicken sanctuary - the 2 new girls, who are still a bit shy, were found wandering up the street. Maybe they jumped off the Caltrain. The 6 permanent residents have halved strawberries for a treat this morning. I kind of hope they keep the other 2 so they can have strawberries too.