Yesterday I published an entry about losing my chickens, but it has disappeared somehow. I'll try again with much less emotion since I have weathered the worst of it now. More neighbor complaints finally forced me to re-home my beloved chickens. Yesterday they left for their new home with Mercedes, a new friend who lives in a fairly close town. She has a farm with all kinds of animals. including chickens. They probably thought they had been transported to heaven since she took them away with a huge piece of watermelon in the cage. They never looked back.
I can't blame my neighbors for not wanting the infestation of rats that the chickens caused, but the way they handled it irritates me. These are summer residents, here for two months, who apparently feel that the way to solve problems is to call in the authorities. These neighbors have never said a word to me about the chickens. I only know them from their constant warnings to me to not let the dogs "shit on my lawn.." I have never not picked up after my dogs, so their attitude was very irritating, especially since I rarely go by their house.
Well, since this was the second complaint, the police told me (very nicely and sympathetically) that the chickens had to go. Actually, they contacted my landlord first. Apparently it isn't part of their protocol to deal with the offender first. She was very understanding and I was the picture of cooperation.
So this is the end of my chicken era. They have been part of my identity for so long that I feel I have lost part of myself. Ever since I came to Eastport over twenty years ago and the landlord I had then asked if he could leave his chickens with me, I have been smitten. Many chickens have come and gone, and I've loved them all.