Heart Broken

• Posted on 10th August 2019
• in ChickenUSA, Family, Why me
• by Dragonfly

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We have a neighbor that isn’t the nicest. She has picked fights with every neighbor but us, until Now. When she picks those fights she runs to tell us everything about the said fight. We listen, don’t pick sides and go about our business. In the past, any problem she has had she would come strait to us. Would Just walk over and talk to My husband.

This all changed just recently. When the gal she had living with her left, she stopped coming by to chat. Not a problem as I personally have been so busy. I am not home much, and when I am, I try to sleep; never knowing when I will be called out again. Working hospice work those calls come at anytime of the day. I am quick to get to the families  to help. There are days when I am gone all day long. Maybe all night long.

History:

When we moved into our house 18 years ago we had a chat with “Bill” at the animal shelter about having our wonderful chickens. He said “No water fowl or pigs or goats or cows… “

I laughed and said “No Bill I just want to have chickens. Eggs for the children and every summer meat birds.”

He said “ your little subdivision is not zoned at all so its fine for you to have chickens.”

Insert present day;

New neighbor that moved in 5 or so years ago. She sends text to me while I am holding a dying mans hand. I have been there for some 5 hours at this point “working” and I thought wow this is quiet the text. I read it to the family as maybe it will lighten the mood …

“If only we could hear dad complain one more time…..”

That struck a cord. What we do in life is missed latter by those that knew us and loved us. I feel for this neighbors family as all she will be remembered by is her hateful attitude.

I sent the message to my husband so he could deal with it, as I wasn’t going to be home for sometime.

And than 2 weeks latter another text about the same issue.

My rooster was too loud for her liking. Hmmmmm

I can no longer stop his natural behavior as she can stop her dogs from Howling all day when she locks them in the house to go to work.

We do not complain. Have told her that her dogs do Howl… but went strait to her. Knowing that she cannot stop a behavior when she isnt home… we go about our daily business.

Second and third text are about how many times she has heard said rooster. And that she cannot get any sleep… hmmmm… middle of the day… 05330 to 1111.. supposedly she has done the math and he has crowed 2,838 times with that being an average off every 7 seconds.

First go back to school and learn math little miss biologist… you have that wrong… seriously the math isnt that hard. But of course you were not sleeping because you were trying so hard to get the math right.

5 hours 41 minutes =341 minutes =20,460 seconds /1 crow every 7 seconds = 2,922.8551429

Now to be realistic this number never happened. She just wanted to pick a fight. Although her math was  wrong I chose not to text her back. Sent the text to my husband and told him to take care of it.

Neither bad math neighbor nor my husband went to each other to work it out. And I being at “Work” had no way to care for it myself.

Bad math neighbor called animal control and to our surprise (we are recluse and only go to a few places. Don’t get news paper and don’t have TV. You can only read 5 articles a month online of the newspaper… pick and choose) There was an ordinance put in place not allowing us to have chickens without  a full acre of land.

they are shared between 2 properties. But we still only have .5 acre.

So my husband who has had these amazing birds for what seems like forever has to either butcher or find homes and never see his best friends again.

He is devastated. Cried all night over Silverman the best rooster of all time going to his new home. This little guy is so sweet and loving. Followed Hubby everywhere. They were best buds. So now….

 

What?

 

Well her dog was on my land last night. Not on a leash… and guess what City says… has to be on a leash. Believe me. Karma is a bitch. I may not be the one to turn her in… but someone will. I catch her dog on my land. I will load him up and take him to the pound. She can pay to get him out.