I’m not sure who I need to speak to, but I apparently have a 40-year high school reunion this month. Someone has made a huge mistake because there is no way it has been 40 years. I’m going to call some people and get this straightened out.
I have a tendency to mock the inner workings of Jefferson City in this space. They did get some things done this last session. Some new laws go into effect this week.
You now have the right to raise chickens, to hell with your HOA. Based on a law signed by Gov. Parson, any property owner, including those in HOAs can no longer be prohibited from raising chickens. You can own up to six of the egg delivery devices if your lot is at least two tenths of an acre in size. Foxes and coyotes to ravage your domestic livestock come free of charge courtesy of the wild.
Property owners have a new law that allows them to remove squatters from the property via court petition.
Cities and counties can now require churches and non-profits to install or provide infrastructure for electrical vehicle charging stations. God loves electric vehicles, I suppose.
Take some wins with the losses. You can’t legally bet on sports in Missouri, but at least you can birth some breakfast eggs in your back yard.
My neighbors have chickens. They bring us eggs from time to time. Except when the coyotes start eating the chickens. My favorite wintertime activity is to sit at the breakfast window and watch an early morning coyote raid on the neighbors’ chicken farm. It’s like watching the Nature channel for free.
A bevy of foxes once attacked a former neighbor’s chicken coop, and they left all the heads in my yard. Not sure if that was just their eating habits or they were sending me a signal. I moved before I found out the truth.
I’m not sure what group of foxes is called, so I just used bevy. I’ve been married for 35 + years, so acknowledging a group of foxes is in my rear-view mirror of life.
Foxes remind me of a barn cat I once had. They’re kind of cute from a distance, but I had a few too many Bud Lights once and tried to pick that barn cat up and it nearly killed me. Them are some mean and dirty fighting animals. I thought I’d been in a Mexican knife fight. I feel like a Fox fight would be worse, so I don’t touch them, as if I could ever catch one.
I’m no lawmaker, but what if some county requires an Amish church to put in a vehicle charging station? That seems counter intuitive to me. I suppose they would just put in a water trough and a bale of hay and call it a day, but again, I’m no expert on religion, Amish lifestyle or charging stations.
I once thanked the neighbor kids for the eggs and the 10-year old’s exact reply to me was, “Don’t thank you me, the chicken pooped it out, not me.” And with that, I deferred to his wisdom of the moment.
(Guy Speckman can be reached charging his car and religious batteries at the same time)
