The neighbors around here are pretty crude at times. It would astound you how they get out in the yards and fuss, curse, fight and threaten anyone and everyone. I ended up in the middle of just such a fracas this evening and it was not my fault whatsoever. I'll admit, whenever a disturbance gets started I do peep out the window, hide behind my car and watch or whatever. I like to think I am staying informed. Carolyn does believe that. This evening about 8 o'clock, I was sitting on my patio, in the shade, watching small birds high in the tall oaks. Titmice were busy calling and going here and there. From time to time I watched the appointed coming and goings of the crows which are nesting in the White Pines where the Cooper's Hawks nested last spring. One of the pair was passing over my terrace when it noticed me lounging on the yard furniture. It scurried back to a perch above the back brick wall and began to protest. You would not believe the apparent obscenities. At first, crow was the only one concerned. But its mate arrived to check out the commotion. There must be strength or confidence in numbers. Now, two of them were verbally assaulting me from about 30 feet away. Wouldn't you know, the smallest occupants from the yard next-door started towards the disturbance. Carolina Wrens -- two apparent adults. Struggling to keep up but just as enthused came five children from the April brood. The adult wrens began to spew some of the worst language you have ever heard. Funny how kids pick up such bad behavior and learn to imitate ugliness. Everything the older wrens did was repeated at least five times as each of the kids showed how grown up and angry they could be. Where does all of this anger coming from ? Nuthatch came down a nearby tree and began to encourage the melee. At least 'hatch did not try to be a peacemaker. Shortly, chickadee and several friends arrived. Flitting from tree to tree, trying to determine the trouble. One checked the spot under a shrub where black snake sometimes is coiled. Another went to the House Wren's house. Nothing there. It had now reached the cuss fight of all cuss fights for the month of June. One chickadee, knowing how much young females cannot resist the urge of a bad boy telling lies and strutting his stuff, always trying to act so innocent and cool. Chickadee got his never up. "Big bird" chickadee was behind me. Everyone was pointing me out and shouting unbecoming claims and accusations. The vulgarities and profanity would make a horned owl blush. Then "big bird" chickadee dashed at me. He flew in from behind my neck, whipped around in front of my face. Almost hovering, he dared me to my face while hanging in the air, not a foot away. I was almost cross-eyed and pulling my head back to focus on his threats. Everyone began to get all worked up from this brave and brazen gesture. Probably an easy dozen were chanting and screaming with robin being the loudest. Surprisingly, I discovered that the crows had either lost interest or heard someone had called the wildlife police. They were nowhere to be found. Robin was not nice and showed his tail feathers more than once. He really wanted a piece of the action but could not seem to discern how to get involved except to make loud exclamations from most of the more obvious podiums. It seemed like the best thing to do was to make a graceful exit and back out of the scene. But when I reached for the arm of my chair there were screams of coward, chicken (an unusual, demeaning name for a bird to use) and various other utterances that are not fit for polite birders on a listserv. Robin flew to the top of my roof and noticed something that was more important on the front side of the house. Titmouse began gleaming the limbs for another morsel or so. Suddenly, an adult wren flew about 50 feet down the terrace to my big feeder and began to search for whatever. None of the birds had been satisfied with the intruder outcome at the patio. For some unexpected reason, two of the adult wrens proceeded to get into a fuss and real fight broke out. At least one feather was seen to fall out. This must be some kind of family or neighbor squabble that is honored as a no-interference and best-ignored domestic problem. The suspects tumbled along over the ground for about two feet. All the young wrens flew about. One went back and forth to the brick planter atop the wall maybe a half a dozen times. Others hopped about branches. Lots of verbal recognition was given to the wren fight by those running all about like wrens "with their heads cut off." The fight spilled over into the driveway below my terrace. All of the young wrens scampered to keep up with the action as the loser was indignantly chased down the driveway. There is going to be a lot of talk about this big fight when daybreak comes. I hate to think how all of the girls will tell their friends how bad boy chickadee plucked the eyebrows from my face and knocked my hat to the ground. How he later pointed out that he had done nothing wrong because it was all in self defense. That he is a quiet chickadee which just got drug into this my me when I gave him a dirty look he didn't deserve. He will tell them he is as soft-spoken as a bluebird and just as innocent.