Almost forgot the reason I signed on!
Bobby and I went to our usual local coffee shop for breakfast. It was so crowded, we had to park in a sort of alley that leads to a big empty back parking lot. As we were returning to the car, I swore I heard a rooster.
(A couple of days ago I thought I heard a rooster but assumed it was Bobby goofing around with his sound effects app. He does that.)
I asked Bobby if he heard it, and just then it crowed again. We drove to the back parking lot to confirm it, and sure enough a house on the street that backs the commercial property has a really deep backyard with what appears (through privacy fencing) to be a chicken coop and, sure enough, rooster(s).
Inspector Gadget "google earthed" the location, we got the address and drove past. No indication from the outside that there are chickens there, but apparently the guy is a landscaper. I think I'll hire him. He must have great fertilizer!
What Town ordinance??
I just thought I was hearing things. I do that.