The fellow who bought the house asked me if the neighbors would mind a pottery kiln in the back yard. I laughed and said, "Look, you've got two neighbors with goats (Leona on one side and Billy on the other), another neighbor with a one-acre victory garden, another who's chicken wired in the entire back yard for fighting cocks, and that doesn't count the guys with cars up on blocks and crankshaft mailbox posts. Nobody will notice!"
Last time I went by there he had TWO kilns!
Sounds like an interesting neighborhood, especially the fighting cocks. Arriba!