I heard something hit the house and went outside. Mr. Young's bedroom window screen was off and there was a fresh egg running down the side of my house. I went inside and got the camera and took a picture. Noel said that she saw Mr. Young leave the driveway in his car and return about 15 minutes later. She looked out the door and saw Mr. Young get out of his car and throw something at the house. She told me to go out and take another picture. He had thrown another egg at the side of the house. At about, 5:30 I went onto the back yard to split wood. At about 6:30 Tim Young's son Chris left his home with a garden rake. He was raking for about one hour in the dark. I feel Tim Young sent the lad out to move my security lamp. Seconds after Chris returned, Tim Young left the house walked into his backyard and began to mumble threats again. It sounded like "I'm gonna burn your or that house down". I'm honestly not sure what he said but that is what it sounded like. I ignored him. He returned into his home. About one minute later he emerged enraged with a broom and crossed onto my property. I picked up a piece of wood and backed off saying get off my property. He then struck my security light saying "Next time I'll break it." I moved it back, Tim advanced again with his broom, stumbling and dropping the broom. The thought occurred to me, he is on my property he is in a very vulnerable position; I have a piece of lumber in my hand I should clobber him for threatening to kill my wife and dog. I allowed him to pick up his broom and go back inside his home. He was screaming, "be a man hit me. Lets have it out. Come on right now, you and me, at the beach, the Paudash beach we'll get in our cars and go." I said fine, get going I'll meet you there. He instead ran up to my home yelled "fuck you" grabbed bin of wood I had just cut and pulled it off the porch, spilling the wood and breaking the container. He walked toward his home stating, "that is just the beginning". Minutes later he returned with his bucket of rocks, began throwing handfuls of rocks at me. While this was happening, I was telling him to calm down and think about what his behaviour is doing to his family, that his family must feel very sad. I looked at his son in the window, and asked are you proud of your dad? Tim Young continued hurling rocks. Finally I looked at Tim and told him that his behaviour and action is actually classed as child abuse. He didn't stop throwing the rocks until he ran out of them. He went back into the house and a minute later came running out of his house with a shovel and filled his bucket with gravel. I again backed way off not knowing whether he planned to club me with his shovel or pelt me with rocks. He then just went into his house. Within the past week he has used his front bedroom window to throw eggs and rocks at my house. I went back into the house and phoned the police. During the time period between the incidents reported to the police dated September 2, 2005 and our discussion with Officer Dickson on Friday October 28, Mr. Young has continually come on to our property and moved the security light with a stick. This happens sometimes 4 or 5 times an evening. He has continually harassed my wife and I uttering threats against our property and selves. He has continually threatened to kill our dogs and do further property damage. He has done this so many times it's become to numerous to count and impossible to go outside without harassment from Mr. Young. After Officer Dickson left, Mr Young's house lights turned back on and he returned outside, went onto our property and moved the security light several times. Once was not good enough, it appeared as though he was attempting to break it. I watched him strike the light several times, leaving black marks on the glass but not breaking it. Later the dogs began to bark and I heard what sounded like hail stones hitting the side of our home but were in fact small rocks (our driveway gravel) being pitched at our home from Mr. Young's southwest window. I arrived home from work, it the early evening. Mr. Young was at the southeast window as he is often when I get home from work. That day he was whining about me and the security light. He said " ...You and that fucking security light better fuck-off from Cardiff." I came in, sat down with Noel and had a tea. I could hear Mr. Young yelling and carrying on outside. I washed for dinner and could still hear Mr. Young yelling. 10 minutes later it was quiet. Hopefully Mr. Young had called it a day. The security light went on again. I saw Mr. Young come on to my property with a stick poking at the light and light sensor moving it. I did nothing. Later Mr. Young again moved the light, even though it was facing the ground pointing directly away from his house. At about 12:30 I let Annie (our oldest dog) out on the front lawn (if we let the dogs in the back they get pelted with stones right along with us) I went around the house staying out of rock throwing range, adjusted the light to point at our entrance door and back yard. I checked on Annie in the front yard. I then went to check the side of the house for more eggs. Mr Young was waiting for me. As I heard the window open I covered my head with my jacket and ran forward toward the road. I yelled over his threats, something to the effect ahh you missed me. I think there was someone on the street who may have heard me say back to him, "if you are going to throw rocks for a living you really must get better aim." I then brought Annie in and went to bed. |