What city do you live in?
I have experienced the grief and sorrow I speak of. I had 12 letters from neighbors saying they approved, my place is clean and neat as a pin, yet I was ordered by the City to dispose of all my chickens because of ONE lousy no good drug-infested complainer who lived two houses away who said my hens kept him awake at night. Yeah, right.....along with the voices in his head.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch, they say.
Fortunately for me, the City was not deaf and they changed their ordinance and provided a means to keep chickens in spite of the crotchety old bastage and now he could complain 'til the cows came home and the City would not pay attention to him.
Unfortunately, the process to change the law took an entire year. I had to give up my lovely feathered friends over it all until everything was settled and approved.
Fortunately, now I have new girls and the evil guy can't do a thing about it.
I don't recommend taking the painful route to anyone.
I have experienced the grief and sorrow I speak of. I had 12 letters from neighbors saying they approved, my place is clean and neat as a pin, yet I was ordered by the City to dispose of all my chickens because of ONE lousy no good drug-infested complainer who lived two houses away who said my hens kept him awake at night. Yeah, right.....along with the voices in his head.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch, they say.
Fortunately for me, the City was not deaf and they changed their ordinance and provided a means to keep chickens in spite of the crotchety old bastage and now he could complain 'til the cows came home and the City would not pay attention to him.
Unfortunately, the process to change the law took an entire year. I had to give up my lovely feathered friends over it all until everything was settled and approved.
Fortunately, now I have new girls and the evil guy can't do a thing about it.
I don't recommend taking the painful route to anyone.