The construction manager at the chicken-hating condo project stopped by my dead roulette table last night. He was dropping hints that the chickens vs. condos issue might be resolved soon, in the rooster's favor.
It turns out, as I suspected, that having chickens next door is a selling point. "We've had people calling from as far away as California, asking if this was the condo project with the chickens," Todd told me. "They also like the idea of a place where the front page news is chickens, not murder or rape."
(Note to prospective buyers: we do have crime here. )
It sounded like Todd had been enjoying the crowing on the job site. He had become friends with the owner of the poultry. He even offered to house the birds in his own yard. Now he has that excited look that my husband gets when he's planning to build a new yard toy for the kids, but he says we'll all just have to watch the paper to get the details.
Twenty years in the old farmhouse on the corner, raising kids, growing gardens, keeping chickens. I am a mom, wife, neighbor, casino dealer, 4-H leader, township trustee. What does it mean to be "place literate"? Read on and see...
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