I don’t want to talk to them, I don’t want to see them, I want nothing to do with them. They are mean bullies that made my life hell over the chickens’ mere existence a few years ago, and tried to pressure the town to either ban chickens, or restrict them to the point of it being impossible for people to comply and keep them. They are the new folks who moved in to a place where people have peacefully been keeping chickens, are unhappy with what they found and now want to up and change it. So they are looking for any small excuse to raise a stink, and I don’t want to give them the opportunity. That bridge has been burned to the ground (by them) so talking is not an option, like, ever again.