I wrote and rewrote this Blog. I had a hard time writing this.
On June 3rd in the middle of the afternoon, just when I decided to slather my face with a face mask someone knocked on the front door. I splashed water on my face and hurried to the door. I was worried about Uriah, he was wandering around the back and he could get hurt when a car comes down the driveway.
I was surprised by a state police officer informing me that a neighbor was going to be working on the drainage tiles…Long story, very stressful.
- In 2008 this neighbor, the one who told me to get a gun because of the Cougars and Wolves wandering around- We don’t have Cougars or Wolves!- He filed against me and another neighbor to tear up the drainage tiles. This man had bought the lowest area of land in 2004, and it flooded regularly. He wanted to replace ancient drainage tiles, without putting a retention pond on his property. He also broke through the Aquifer so he could have a swimming pond on his property and he wanted to attach the pond to the tiles that would add to the water problem and tap into the fresh water. Bad idea to go into court thinking this is crazy and someone will listen-when you don’t have a lawyer.. *
I asked the policeman, why now? He had told me two years ago, that he was working on the tiles, and it would only take two weeks. But he never touched anything. The police officer said, that neighbor had been waiting for approval from the, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, concerning the wet lands. And he, the policeman, was sent to tell me what my neighbor was up to…
I will call this neighbor, Bob, not his real name.
I asked when Bob, would be digging. He didn’t know.
How long would it take? He didn’t know.
I didn’t trust Bob; I asked how much digging would he be doing? I was told he would only take out a fifteen foot wide section of trees, running along the tiles.
I told him Bob couldn’t bring his young kids on my land. If they got hurt I could be sued. He agreed that could happen. He said, he would inform Bob, not to bring his children on my land.
The police officer told me Bob would replace my fence and toss around grass seed.
Grass seed? He needs to replace the wetlands vegetation!
The policeman shrugged and said nothing.
My thirteen year old was graduating from eight grade that evening, so I went back inside and made a note to send out and email to the county and find out what was going on.
I didn’t have a chance to send the email that night. The next morning before I got up, Bob had torn out the trees. He ripped through the wetlands destroying nesting areas of countless birds and animals. From the deck I watched the birds circling and screaming.
He pulled out more than fifteen feet; the least was twenty feet wide. I need to measure to be exact, but it looks like he tore a crooked line of up to thirty feet wide. The length from north to south is around five hundred feet.
I was under the impression it was illegal to tear out vegetation during nesting season. Or am I wrong…?
This may be small compared to the oil spill in the Gulf. But each time a tree is ripped out a nest destroyed, a plant or fish is killed. We are losing a little bit more of nature. A little more fresh air, a little more life is gone. It makes me ill to think of all those baby birds that died. I have a hard time wondering what else died under his wheels.
I was shocked at how someone could come onto my land and do so much damage. Later that evening I took Uriah out for a walk. I watched Bob driving along the road in a four wheel, off road vehicle; he turned into the farm field, next to me. He wasn’t on his land. He saw me with Uriah and turned away. His two boys were with him. He was taking his kids to check out the area he tore up..
Here is a very small list of the birds that live around me. There are some odd birds and songs like the bird that looks like a Miniature Blue Heron; it has a loud screaming call. Or the one I can’t seem to see very well through the trees, it has a throaty growl. There’s a beautiful bird with reddish-brown back and head, with a beige underbelly that holds itself like a Jay. It might be a Cuckoo or maybe a Brown Thrasher. I didn’t add the foxes, skunks, muskrats, or coyotes.
This is not a complete list at all.
Great Blue Heron
In the video I turned and faced the neighbor’s house, you can see where he dragged the downed trees. This pile, earlier, was circled by birds franticly searching until they finally gave up.