purple chicken,
one of our biggest problems down here has to do with carpet baggers and chickens. here is how it plays out:
mr and mrs yankee decide to move to the warmer climate of florida. they spend a couple of years in the miserable heat of the floridian summer and then a hurricane or two. they get tired of all that and start looking for greener pastures. that is when they discover the north georgia mountains.
they visit, they shop real estate and voila, another carpet bagger in the blue ridge. of course the smart real estate agent shows them property when the wind and weather is just right. the carpet baggers get moved in and then the first really hot day when the wind blows from the nearest chicken farm they nut slap up. all the sudden their little corner of utopia smells like a broiler house.
at this point they start calling the local, state and federal government complaining about the smell. the chicken farm has been there for six generations and they have lived there for a month but they have rights. the right to gripe. when someone calls the epa/epd enough to be aggravating they usually investigate. with enough random checks every farmer is eventually caught with a minor violation. it is ridiculous that these folks move into farm country and then complain about the smell of a farm but that is what happens.
it has put enough hardship on some growers that they have either abandoned chickens or moved to more remote locations. it is a crying shame. but the developers keep building subdivisions near chicken farms, the agents keep selling homes to people without alluding to a few farm smells and the new residents end up complaining until it becomes a hardship for the farmer.
hencackle,
a well done children's book is just as entertaining for grown ups as the kids.
michael