My property on the left, the neighbour's on the right, with big ugly trucks coming and going.
Big trucks with big rig parts shaking the ground as they traverse the land, not mine, but adjacent to mine.
The road access comes further down Moose Hills Road on the neighbour's land to the east.
Looking north. Robbie walking to check out the newly mulched fence site.
The southeast gate, new part of the fence. A few months ago I got a phone call from a representative of CNRL, Canadian National Resources Limited. The man wanted to meet with me regarding using a portion of my land to create a road to a lease for a new well on the neighbour's property. They were willing to pay. I said no thank you. I was not interested in a road for an oil lease on my land. Have a great day.
So, the neighbour was interested.
And then the company contacted me again and said they wanted to build a new fence, taking down my existing fence. I said no thank you. Then the man said he would pay me some money, a good sum, not a retirement fund. Hmmm, I get a new fence and get paid to say yes. I asked what would happen if I did not agree and he said they would build the new fence on the neighbour's land instead. I toyed with the idea for a while, but opportunity got the best of me. I asked for a page wire fence. He said they do not do that and he could pretty much guarantee it would not happen . I encouraged him to ask. He said he would and did, and I got the page wire, only it is not page wire; it is game fence. Grrrrrrrrrrrr! Game fence is not useful for small ruminants. They can go right through the wire if they are young enough or small enough. So, now I have a new fence, better than the barbed wire old fence, and money in the pocket.
I hate what is happening. There are big trucks traversing the road to bring big machines to build the well. If there should be a spill there, since liquid runs downhill, the oil will run directly onto my land. Did I say I hate what is happening? I recently got the Sear Wishbook catalogue and challenged myself to find something in it not made out of petroleum, that is no polyester, nylon, plastics, fleece, or acrylics. I was finally on something like page 248 when I came across a man's Merino wool sweater, not a blend with synthetics, but a real, biodegradable, made from an animal wool sweater. The only other items were pyjamas from cotton and a few sheets and quilts from cotton, plus some comforters from feathers with cotton covers. I saw little else not made from oil . Disgusting. What happens to these items at the end of their life cycles? They do not biodegrade, or rot. They remain pollutants on the Earth for a long, long time. Gads, man is greedy.
In the meantime, I sure hope they do not find oil on my quarter. They already asked permission to look and I denied it. Seismographic testing is detrimental to the flora and fauna experiencing the deep sonic vibrations. It hurts. It hurts the Earth. No thank you. So, the ugly truth of this story is that I have a new useless fence and a few dollars in exchange for nothing. This is, so far, so good. I can only hope they will now go away and the new oil well will never spill. I can wish, pray and hope.
So, the neighbour was interested.
And then the company contacted me again and said they wanted to build a new fence, taking down my existing fence. I said no thank you. Then the man said he would pay me some money, a good sum, not a retirement fund. Hmmm, I get a new fence and get paid to say yes. I asked what would happen if I did not agree and he said they would build the new fence on the neighbour's land instead. I toyed with the idea for a while, but opportunity got the best of me. I asked for a page wire fence. He said they do not do that and he could pretty much guarantee it would not happen . I encouraged him to ask. He said he would and did, and I got the page wire, only it is not page wire; it is game fence. Grrrrrrrrrrrr! Game fence is not useful for small ruminants. They can go right through the wire if they are young enough or small enough. So, now I have a new fence, better than the barbed wire old fence, and money in the pocket.
I hate what is happening. There are big trucks traversing the road to bring big machines to build the well. If there should be a spill there, since liquid runs downhill, the oil will run directly onto my land. Did I say I hate what is happening? I recently got the Sear Wishbook catalogue and challenged myself to find something in it not made out of petroleum, that is no polyester, nylon, plastics, fleece, or acrylics. I was finally on something like page 248 when I came across a man's Merino wool sweater, not a blend with synthetics, but a real, biodegradable, made from an animal wool sweater. The only other items were pyjamas from cotton and a few sheets and quilts from cotton, plus some comforters from feathers with cotton covers. I saw little else not made from oil . Disgusting. What happens to these items at the end of their life cycles? They do not biodegrade, or rot. They remain pollutants on the Earth for a long, long time. Gads, man is greedy.
In the meantime, I sure hope they do not find oil on my quarter. They already asked permission to look and I denied it. Seismographic testing is detrimental to the flora and fauna experiencing the deep sonic vibrations. It hurts. It hurts the Earth. No thank you. So, the ugly truth of this story is that I have a new useless fence and a few dollars in exchange for nothing. This is, so far, so good. I can only hope they will now go away and the new oil well will never spill. I can wish, pray and hope.
The northeast corner of my property. The new well site is directly adjacent to the corner. My land is a steep slope down hill to the west from the site. Bad.
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