As far the tattling goes. I've lived on this street for all of my life. I'm pretty possessive of the flora and fauna that I can see from house. So, when someone new moves into the neighborhood and thinks they can just rip out things and cause trouble, I go on high alert. Thankfully, no one has caused a problem, but there have been some changes over time. I've dealt with them.
But today began day 2 of this endless chainsaw noise. Or leaf blower. Really obnoxious. All day yesterday. All day long. So here they went again this morning. I never identified the source yesterday, but knew the general area. It wasn't until k-ster asked me how anyone could have that much brush to cut down that I realized something wasn't right. And I've been noticing lately that the tree line is different across the street.
There's a small creek that runs into our yard from across the creek and it's pretty choked up and doesn't flow properly. No one has been maintaining it. When I went out to get the paper this morning, I decided to investigate this noise and realized that it was coming from the creek area. And I could smell all of the exhaust from my yard. So I marched right over, in my pajamas, and saw a man in the creek with a blower. CURSES.
I came in and debated and finally called conservation to tattle. They sent natural resources over and you know what? It stopped!!! Not a single bit of noise. No vans or landscape trucks anywhere nearby. I felt like such a fool. So, the natural resources guy told me that I could call them back if I hear any more. And of course, like 15 minutes later, they cranked up the engine again. I surmised the chainsaw/blower bandit must have needed more gas just as the natural resource guy came by.
They came out in force this time, 2 natural resources trucks. Only to find that it's mosquito control. And they are trimming back the vegetation. And maybe finally doing what they haven't done for decades to keep things flowing. Oops.
I'm glad it's not a neighbor lest they somehow find out it's me that called and set my house on fire, or something. I envisioned some city slicker who knows nothing about nature and didn't know about conservation laws. I thought perhaps he was just cutting down everything and throwing it all into the creek, which would be such a no no. Such a big no no. With fines up the wazoo. Better to err on the side of caution. And become that neighbor that everyone warns everyone about because she'll tell. Hey, I behave myself on my land, you behave yourself on yours. And let all the land between us be as it was meant to be!