I have a NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR…his house is miles away. I can’t even see it from here.
Really, I guess you could say he is my
NEXT PASTURE Neighbor.
You see we share a FENCE together. Looking at the photo my land stops where the fence row is; about the middle of the photo. You can see the cattle panel on the left of the picture.
Right about even with the water mark.
See how lush and green everything is in the pictures above? That picture was taken I think some time in March or April of 2011…this year!
Not to mention~ The cows!
I also have mixed feelings.
See how bare everything looks now? One lone tree standing in the middle of a pasture. The Greenery to the right, is also trees…
PILED HIGH IN A MOUND.
See? A mound of trees. They are all over the place out there. I didn’t get a picture of the Bull dozer…but this man has been driving around like mad, knocking down trees.
He’s left a few. He’s trimmed some up nice enough to get under with a mower or on horseback. We’re not really sure what he’s doing back there. He may just be turning over the growth - making way for new growth. Everyone around these parts has taken to digging new ponds during this drought we’re having. He’s not dug any NEW ones , I don’t think; but he has dug out the old ones—cleaning them out getting them ready for rain. Perhaps, new life in the ponds.
One problem is, it bugs me- as his
NEXT PASTURE NEIGHBOR that I don’t know the reason behind it. I don’t even know if the man driving the bull dozer is
MY NEXT PASTURE NEIGHBOR or just some guy hired to knock down all the trees! He is NOT the man that used to own the land, years ago, the one I’ve met in the past.
That man has probably passed away—he was old as the hills back then, when I met him.
Secondly… the wild life. This acreage behind us used to be teaming with wild life. Beaver, Crane, Raccoon, Owls, Wood-Pecker, Red-Tail Hawk…he’s pushed over living trees and huge gnarly looking dead trees, habitats for all types of wild life.
He didn’t ask me, his NEXT PASTURE NEIGHBOR if I thought that would be okay.
He also didn’t return any of our wayward golf balls that he may have unearthed; that we may have over- looked, in the past, while retrieving them from driving practice a good ol’ competitive game of ‘KNOCK-THE-SNOT-OUT-OF-THAT-BALL-AND-SEE-HOW-FAR-IT-GOES’
See? I told you I have mixed feelings.
My only THOUGHT NOW is… that he’s not about to
‘Pave Paradise and put up a parking lot.’ …you know what I mean? I haven’t even met the man—but imagine if I had to meet a whole bunch of
NEW NEXT PASTURE NEIGHBORS
AND I COULD SEE THEIR DOORS from here. I’d have to call them NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS!
God Bless you and Thanks for Hearing Me Out!