I watched a few of these last night, until I was convinced it was performance art. I know many people exactly like this. You might record it a couple of times, but enmity like this between neighbors either escalates to serious trouble or you stop interacting at all.
And I hear cattawampus quite often around these parts.
That’s it. I’m off to watch some old episodes of Reno 911, featuring T.T. and the attempts to catch her…https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfykPMl3H_U
I see a commercial opportunity in this neighborhood for a fence company.
Billy?
Nope, not ours. Ask NZ. It might be theirs. They’ve got lots of funny words.
The police, when they came, said “Oh, that’s just Lulu. She does that. Don’t worry.”
This guy left a stolen car on my neighbor’s nature strip. My neighbor called the police who asked for the exact model of the car. Knowing the model, the police knew exactly who it was because this guy only steals that type of commodore (a GM car here in Aus) and where he was (his girlfriends house next door).
So the police came around, arrested him, probably for the third time this week. He got bail and came back, was thrown out of GF’s house and at 11 PM that night was found in a nearby street trying to steal a car (same model) from a driveway. Police arrived…
I found the house on Google Maps.
I’m gonna call shenanigans. The place is far too nice for someone with that many issues to be living there.
Ouch.
Double ouch.
I’ll jest head back up the holler’n check on the still, y’all. 
I’m in the greater PHX area a lot and knew it immediately. Hear the grackles singing?
Replying to myself.
It’s fake.
In the videos where she’s talking to Billy in her backyard, Billy is actually in the backyard of the filmer’s house, not the house that’s supposed to be Billy’s.
That is literally the exact place in Texas I happened to be thinking about.
I’ve been tuning out grackles for most of my life. Second nature by now, even though I’m finally living in raven country instead.
My condolences 
Yet, still funny.
I kind of like them. Then again, I don’t live there…
Our noisy ones are the Mockingbirds in the Spring that decide 2am is a perfect time to sit outside your window on a branch and sing loudly.
I don’t mind mockingbirds. At least they have a varied repertoire. And they keep the cats under control.
My hillbilly neighbour wanted to fell his tree across my yard right in front of my house. Told him no, but when we got back after the weekend the tree was gone and there were spruce needles and twigs all over and what looked like blood on our steps.
They had three vehicles but only one license plate, so they were always out with a screwdriver swapping the plate around.
I could tell many more tales, but they never came and yelled at us or anything like that.
No insult intended. It seems like an archaic colloquial word.
Fences make good neighbours.
We have so many fences in New Zealand, it’s weird to find two properties without a fence in between. And often in front. Six feet high. We have crappy neighbours on both sides. Thank dog for the high fences.
It’s not a NZ word as I’ve never heard it.
