First it has been WWIII with the woman behind us. She doesn't like our dogs. Teenage boys. Or our roosters. We built a fence behind us. I keep the roosters locked up until late in the morning. And I don't let the boys play loud music and they are not allowed to play basketball past 10 pm, 9 pm when the days get shorter.
The one redeeming thing about our house and the woman behind us was there was this tiny, tiny lot between us. Too small for a house and it has been on market forever. The man that owns it, he lives in Arizona, and wanted like $50,000 for it. DH and I offered him $10,000 awhile back and he passed. The only good thing about this property was the line of trees that rsn along our fence line. It enclosed our back property and helped buffer the chickens and the rooster.
Guess what this nameless man from Arizona is doing ... Having all of the fricken trees cut down. He thinks it will raise the property value of it.
I hate neighbors. Or I guess just the ones that live behind us.