I wish it were that easy... The "neighbor" is my old mentor/dearest friend. If you look at my old threads, the story should be in there. She's so deep in her grief (traumatic grief, in her case), doing something like that would be incredibly traumatic. She honestly believes she's "taking wonderful care of her late Mother's beloved chickens"...

The trash is also a big issue... After her Mother died, people who had no business being here started moving in, trashing the place, being general jerks, all that. When we moved here a year ago, I honestly thought my old friend wanted my help to clean it up! Big sigh. Nope. She's far too afraid of any change. (I went to school to become a substance abuse counselor, traumatic grief was something I'm all too familiar with.) Anyhoo!
Oh dear.
Please accept my apologies, I did not intend to go off like that!! Goodness. I suppose in a roundabout way it is relevant.. I've been feeding and caring for her birds as best I can, but at this point I just need to find a new home.

Once I'm settled again, bring on the glorious chickens! (Hopefully sooner rather than later...)
I'm torn on what to do about the "PLC's" ("parking lot chickens") when I leave.