~ Retired and Starting My Future In The Foothills ~

Linda, you are our regular programming
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With your great pics of the coop kids, the pups, and your home, this is where many of us come to get a couple good warm fuzzies to start the day. At least I know I do
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Professional author and general troublemaker.

But I have been married for more than 25 years.

Life long reader and general "Jack of all trades" problem solver.

But I have been married for more than 35 years.

Advice: Don't get your honey where you get your money. (Advice for the handyman, not the employer. The handyman has to be friendly in his service, don't mix business and pleasure.)

If that were the case... then my dad and mom would never have been married for over 50yrs.... Handy men need love too!
 
I promised more pictures.

Kate and Angus strolling onto the veranda.

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Elvis and Priscilla swimming in the stock tank.

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They spend a lot of time "honeymooning" in there, but I respect their privacy and don't take pictures of them exercising marital rights. Just swimming around lazily.

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I wanted y'all to see how big Ghost (Splash Jersey Giant) is next to one of the Toulouse geese.

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This is Wilbur. His head still needs to grow into the size of his body, because he just looks lumpy and odd, lumbering around the yard. He's a very gentle cockerel - yup, less than a year old.

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And this is TJ, my Trader Joe's cockerel, hatched New Year's Day 2011.

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Just some of the flock milling about at Treat Time. Not EVERYBODY gets the word when it's Treat Time, as some youngsters aren't brave enough to come out of the coop yet, there are 3 chicks and two Mama Hens (Buffy and Sister 2) caring for them in the coop too, and some of the birds are foraging in distant parts of the yard, like the gully or the meadow or behind the house.

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Yesterday was not a great day. I got "busted" for accessing BYC at work. <*whistling not-so-innocently*> I must never, ever, ever again access non-work sites at work again. Not ever. (Verbal warning, no paper issued.) Ah well. I knew it was against policy. Sometimes I am a bad girl.

Then, when I got home, I found the dreaded citation stapled to the wooden post holding up my main front gate. Dated 11/1 at 12:50 P.M. "First citation, $100.00 1st Citation in a 12 month period." The violation was described as "Ducks, goose and chickens kept on less than 1 acre in violation of the zoning ordinance."

On the back of the form, which is a full-sized 8"x11" yellow carbon sheet, were printed some instructions, plus a handwritten note: 1 goose, 12 ducks, 30 chickens.

Hmmm. I have two geese and ten ducks. And apparently not all of my chickens were visible at 12:50 P.M. <*another not-so-innocent whistle*>

Maybe it's not so surprising I felt like crap this morning and am staying home to make phone calls and have some quality flock time.

I let my real estate broker know about the citation; she said to let her know the hearing date and time once I learn it, and she will "pack the room with people."

I'm waiting to hear back from the Code Enforcement Unit, as I have called and asked for the form and procedures for requesting a hearing.

The really heavy furniture is still outside under tarps. I have GOT to find somebody to move that stuff inside! I spoke with the retiree next door with the intention of asking if he knew any burly types who could help me, and added the information about the citation. He told me who initiated the complaint to the county, said he'd be willing to attend a hearing if he was "in town on that day" AND said he'd help move furniture if the neighbor on the other side of my property would be willing to help, too. "The two of us and his kids ought to be able to muscle that stuff inside for you."

So that's where things stand this afternoon.
 
Aww Linda that just stinks. I know what you're going through. Before we moved up here to Brighton, CO to my MIL's 47 acres, we lived in the middle of the older part of a big city. No one in particular had complained. It was a city employee who happed to be walking his dog past our backyard that backed up to a road then a railroad track. Neighbors on each side loved the girls, and the guys across the street and 2 doors down had 12 girls themselves. Anyway, I got the first notice and ignored it, then she came to the door and I said we were moving in 4 weeks and they'd be gone then. The witch gave me 1 week before we were moving to have them gone and then I got the court date and along with a $300 fine for being a livestock outlaw
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Anyways, I get into court and all these young kids and adults were coming to the podium for theft, DUI, drugs, one kid was there for hucking huge rocks over the highway overpass onto cars. Could've killed someone the judge tell him (ya think?
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). The I walk up there, "So Ms. Blocker, I see you're here for having too many chickens?" I smiled, "Yes your Honor" People looked at me like "HUH, WHAT? Seriously?" So, that's my story.

I empathize, sympathize, and every other ize with you. People just suck sometimes. Can't mind their own business and it literally ruins peoples lives. I'm praying that your realtor can bring some closure to this and call it a day when the day comes. Will be thinking of you and hoping for some commons sense to prevail. Even though that seem to be in short supply these days
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