garden police gone wild (revisited)?
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. 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. 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. Mark |
garden police gone wild (revisited)?
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. 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. 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. Mark |
garden police gone wild (revisited)?
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garden police gone wild (revisited)?
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garden police gone wild (revisited)?
"Glenna Rose" wrote in message news:fc.003d094101c114463b9aca00e312cadb.1c1148c@p mug.org... 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 |
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