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.