Rant Time!
SO, my neighbor, let's call him Ted, moved into the neighboring barn, about 1/4 Mile away. Ted buys 'rare' (hatchery) chickens, raises them, and resells them. He practices ZERO biosecurity, keeps all sorts of birds together (meat turkeys, meat birds, regular chickens, bantams, ducks), and keeps them in unfavorable conditions (50+ birds in a 50 foot run = mudhole) He rents the main barn apartment for FREE (1/2 mile away) on the condition that he takes care of the landladys chickens. After a while, the landladys chickens start growing past laying age/getting killed by predators. She has 20 hens and is getting disheartened by the fact she only gets 2 eggs a day. Ted, sensing the possible removal of the chickens, and therefore his free rent, starts sneaking eggs under all of his (and her) broodies. These are of course, mixed breed. The landlady lives in the city most of the time, so she is unaware. The chicks hatch, and he says "Oh, she snuck off somewhere and must have hidden a clutch and then brooded them!" Landlady says, ok cool, the end. 3 broodies and 75% rooster chicks later, landlady pulls the plug. She begins preparing for the sale of her chickens. BIG PLOT TWIST! All of Ted's birds start dropping dead of Mareks! And he spreads it to Landladies birds through - get this - MORE BROODIES! Here I am in the corner, huddled over my TRULY purebred (and expensive) birds, waiting it out. Landlady is heartbroken over her chickens being sick, and just gives them to Ted. Ted, being the ingenious man he is, decides, "I'm not going to waste my time over these birds. I'll just FEED THEM TO MYSELF, MY WIFE, AND 4 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER instead!" So Ted eats all the Mareks-ridden, festering chickens, and they all lived happily ever after. NOT. Ted, who has lost his free rent, moves. BUT. He doesn't take his last remaining birds with him. He instead moves them to a barn down the hill, 3 00 feet from my home and chickens. He takes his disease-carrying coops with him, but just sets them out front. He moves his chickens into the barn stalls. It's been that way for about a month. I've been avoiding that section of the farm like the plauge (literally). Last weekend he got Guineas. It's quite tranquil to see in the morning as he lets them out and they burst out of the barn. Then his daughter punts 1 or 2 across the field like a soccer ball for a little enterainment, and we all go along with our day. I don't mind the noise, it's funny to hear, something new. BUT IT'S NOT SO FUN WHEN THEIR RATTLING PENETRATES THE WINDOW AND MAKES IT INTO MY EAR AT 1 IN THE MORNING.
He doesn't even live here to hear it anymore! My only hope is the city-dwelling couple that live across the street from the Guinea residence over the weekends. 
SO, my neighbor, let's call him Ted, moved into the neighboring barn, about 1/4 Mile away. Ted buys 'rare' (hatchery) chickens, raises them, and resells them. He practices ZERO biosecurity, keeps all sorts of birds together (meat turkeys, meat birds, regular chickens, bantams, ducks), and keeps them in unfavorable conditions (50+ birds in a 50 foot run = mudhole) He rents the main barn apartment for FREE (1/2 mile away) on the condition that he takes care of the landladys chickens. After a while, the landladys chickens start growing past laying age/getting killed by predators. She has 20 hens and is getting disheartened by the fact she only gets 2 eggs a day. Ted, sensing the possible removal of the chickens, and therefore his free rent, starts sneaking eggs under all of his (and her) broodies. These are of course, mixed breed. The landlady lives in the city most of the time, so she is unaware. The chicks hatch, and he says "Oh, she snuck off somewhere and must have hidden a clutch and then brooded them!" Landlady says, ok cool, the end. 3 broodies and 75% rooster chicks later, landlady pulls the plug. She begins preparing for the sale of her chickens. BIG PLOT TWIST! All of Ted's birds start dropping dead of Mareks! And he spreads it to Landladies birds through - get this - MORE BROODIES! Here I am in the corner, huddled over my TRULY purebred (and expensive) birds, waiting it out. Landlady is heartbroken over her chickens being sick, and just gives them to Ted. Ted, being the ingenious man he is, decides, "I'm not going to waste my time over these birds. I'll just FEED THEM TO MYSELF, MY WIFE, AND 4 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER instead!" So Ted eats all the Mareks-ridden, festering chickens, and they all lived happily ever after. NOT. Ted, who has lost his free rent, moves. BUT. He doesn't take his last remaining birds with him. He instead moves them to a barn down the hill, 3 00 feet from my home and chickens. He takes his disease-carrying coops with him, but just sets them out front. He moves his chickens into the barn stalls. It's been that way for about a month. I've been avoiding that section of the farm like the plauge (literally). Last weekend he got Guineas. It's quite tranquil to see in the morning as he lets them out and they burst out of the barn. Then his daughter punts 1 or 2 across the field like a soccer ball for a little enterainment, and we all go along with our day. I don't mind the noise, it's funny to hear, something new. BUT IT'S NOT SO FUN WHEN THEIR RATTLING PENETRATES THE WINDOW AND MAKES IT INTO MY EAR AT 1 IN THE MORNING.
He doesn't even live here to hear it anymore! My only hope is the city-dwelling couple that live across the street from the Guinea residence over the weekends. 
Which authorities could you report him to? Human health + wellbeing? Animal health? Trading standards?
, so I don't want to get in her bad side. Since he moved i haven't seen his setup, and I'm not keen on going into his diseases barn, so I don't know what I could do. Again, city folk across the street *noise-com-plaint! noise-com-plaint!*
