"Glenna Rose" wrote in message
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writes:
I'm just waiting for the neighborhood nazi (i.e. the guy who
called
the building inspector when I was building my garden shed) to
squawk
about my ducks.
I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. Portland has a limit of
2 or 3
chickens, and I was afraid our town did also. I have ten.
Something was
said about chickens at one of the meetings about the new
ordinance. I was
asked by the man in charge how many chickens I had. I asked is
there a
limit? He said no, so I told him I had ten. I was really
concerned that
I might have had to get rid of some, and they are all such pets
that it
would be really, really difficult to decide which ones stayed
and which
ones would go. Both cities allow only hens, no roosters or pea
fowl
because of the noise. I'm fortunate that my close neighbors
(and some
far-away) love the chickens and comment often how happy they
are to hear
them the rare times they do.
Many folks bring their little ones to see the chickens. When
the tykes
gather eggs, that's a real thrill. They, of course, take them
home to
have for breakfast. The smiles those ten ladies bring to city
children's
faces are wonderful.
The way I figure it, if they have names, they're not
livestock;
they're pets. So what if it's 6 ducks and a pullet in the
backyard?
As long as I don't intrude on someone else's suburban bliss,
WTF,
y'know?
Some people don't have enough to do, AFIAK. My backyard
neighbor (a
totally sweet little old widow-woman) is tickled pink that we
have a
garden and ducks...she wants me to build a set of steps over
the fence
so she can come over and play around in *our* yard. She loves
the
kids, she loves getting tomatoes and garlic...but the pinhead
two
doors over, who could barely even *see* the garden shed as it
was
going up, has decided to exercise his "civic duty" in order
to...well,
to just be a plain old pain in the ass of whoever annoys him.
That's so like the jerk that complained about the dog house for
my
daughter-in-law's guide dog for the rare times she was outside
alone. It
just wasn't always practical for a blind mother with two
toddlers to stay
out with the dog until it pottied. Some people simply don't
have lives!
It seems as though most neighborhoods have one. :-(
I'd love to see my nice little suburban neighborhood populated
by
people who have a sense of calm. People who would rather sit
on the
back porch and listen to the "peep-peep" of the ducks...who
would
rather piddle around with a bed of vegetables...who would
rather turn
a compost bin than watch ESPN and veg out to the latest inane
sitcom...
...but that's just me.
There are more of us, really there are!
It sounds like a horror to live in a place where neighbors have
any say about such things.
Bob