It's no Ramsey Street but what do they know about sheep?

In our previous home we were close to our neighbours.  In a block of eight townhouses designed to utilise every inch to its maximum, yes we were really close.  We heard them get up in the morning, use their bathroom, leave for work and return at the end of the day.  Max our ragdoll cat would sit along our back fence and spy on another lot.  They, no doubt could hear our conversations in the courtyard that backed onto their yard and while our kitchen window looked straight into the townhouse opposite it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that on Sunday's it was his turn to cook.  And whilst I say we were close, I didn't know their names.  I didn't know anything about them and all they knew about us was probably a feeling of being watched by large pair of blue eyes through a hole in the back fence.  But that, to a large degree is what some inner city suburban living is like.  You come and go and keep your good selves to yourselves and don't ask too many questions.  A little bit like when they interview the neighbours of the crime scene on the telly, they always say 'Quiet couple, always kept to themselves'.  When we arrived here, we asked a lot of questions from people who live close by but not that close.  And got some really good advice.  We asked about livestock, and water and septic tanks and why there isn't a national task force to eradicate the huntsman spider.  We got some pretty practical advice and a lot of help too.  We now know we can't knit the wool from our type of sheep, that there are ways we can better manage our water tanks and don't get me started on septic trenches or I'll be going for days.  I'm yet to get a response on the task force but I'm hopeful. Our fences our different here, they don't provide much privacy and some of our neighbours push them over sometimes to get to the green grass on our side.  Some just chew and look and ponder - what on earth are they up to now?