Burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, disco inferno. Burn baby burn, burn that mama down!

Sorry I'm not trying to live The Trammps song, Disco inferno, but when I think of what I am about to post about I can't help but sing that song.

The other day one of my crazy neighbors, yeah he's a few fries short of a happy meal, decided it was time to burn the piles he has been creating.

He rides around our neighborhood on his Kubota tracker, Cutting down trees, moving them, mowing other peoples yards, stump grinding, and pretty much what ever else you can think of.

Anyway he had cut down some trees on my neighbor's lot behind my house and just stacked them along their back property line. It just so happens that we share that property line.

I was kinda glad he was moving them, I was beginning to worry about snakes and other animals trying to build a home in all that stuff.

But R2 was a bit freaked out. He was worried about the grass catching on fire and moving across the yard and burning the house down. He was also worried about his blackberry bushes that were growing.

I personally thought it was to windy to burn and I was concerned about the fire traveling down the property line and burning the trees where several Cardinals have made their home along with a Blue Jay family. Never mind about my house. That's what we those high insurance premiums for.

What I didn't realize is that when he started burning I would wake up at 3:44AM. Yes that's right 3:44AM. Only to look out my back door and see this.



Burn baby burn, disco inferno. Burn baby burn, burn that mama down.