Sounds like Mr. Felts stamped his big foot right in his big mouth...and now he can't get it out! Good luck to you.The inspection was quick. He didn't even use the tape measure he brought with him. He printed up the city ordinances pertaining to chickens for Mr. Felts. Glenn, the city guy, was serious about the eggs and disappointed that my girls are still babies. He gave me his card in case I have ongoing problems with Mr. Felts. He is also making calls to the Health Department and a building code inspector about Mr. Felts' property. I guess the place has to pass an inspection for rental properties and I doubt it will even come close. The inside is pretty torn up. A win for chicken keepers!