The granddaughters moved out-of-state, and some of the charm of chickens fell away as well.
The neighbor came over one day and told us the chickens were causing flies to congregate in her breezeway and we needed to do something about it. Reluctantly we gave all our chickens to a feed store to re-sell. We turned over the ground, gave it several good coatings of lime and declared it to be a chicken free zone.
About 3 weeks later a knock on the door and a card in the hand identified the health inspector. The neighbor had seen no improvement, grown even more weary of the flies and had pulled in the heavy hitters. I took the inspector to view where the chickens had been. She observed, sniffed, made notes and said, “I don’t see what else you could have done. It all looks good to me,” and off she trundled to report to the neighbor. A little while later she came back, knocking again on the door to follow-up. While she was speaking with the neighbor, she did notice an inordinate amount of flies, but doing a little investigation, she pointed out if the neighbor would clean up the messes her dog left in her own backyard, the flies might not be as big a problem. Oops, with a side of “Is my face red?” Continue reading “Swede is not necessarily a nationality designator”