Well...I was walking by our kitchen table the other day and see a map of our area. Apparently I'd been sitting next to it at every meal, but never "noticed" it (another issue). It had come in the mail with a notice of zoning information. Anyway, I had been told twice by our town clerk that we cannot have chickens...once over the phone and once in an email, but no written proof was ever given. He said we were residential, and I believed him, but decided to rebel all the foolishness. So I got chickens this past summer and have been concealing them inside our privacy fence. Upon closer examination of the afformentioned map, I, miracle of all miracles, discover that we are zoned agricultural!!!!! So I drive my freshly amazed happy self down to the town hall and talk to the nicest man on earth who tells me that not only can I have chickens, but that I need to keep them so that I will forever maintain our "grandfathered agricultural status". HOLY AMAZING TURNAROUNDS BATMAN!!! HURRAYHURRAYHURRAY!!!!! The girls will be introduced to the REST of the yard, we will construct a legitimate chickie house and the town clerk can take a big flying leap into our never-to-be-hidden-again compost pile full of chicken crap! MORAL: Go get it in writing yourself.