In case my blog has gone viral and you’re a dedicated follower hanging on my every word whenever you get some free time from your glorious job in Paris (a girl can dream right!?), I should let you know that I live on the Eastern Shore of the US in a very agricultural environment. No bustling metropolises in sight. Instead, it’s farmland for as far as the eye can see and vast fields of corn, corn, and more corn. My area’s claim to fame: Silver Queen corn. Please, no autographs yet. Let me get through this blog first.
As you probably know by now, unless you’re new to this insanely popular piece of online literature I’ve been slaving over, I’m sort of into animal rights. Some may call me an animal rights “freak.” I prefer the term “advocate,” thank you very much. Hey, someone has to look out for these defenseless creatures; otherwise, humans will just keep on killing.
Whoops, this is about to turn into a rant…. which this is not. Let me compose myself. Breathe. Okay, better. So… local farmers of recent past generations have sold off part of their farms, most likely just to make ends meet and not lose everything. That’s why the Eastern Shore is sort of a patchwork of rural farmland with neighboring urban areas and new housing developments popping up at a more rapid rate each year. The wildlife is still all around and all too often humans tend to think the idea of sharing is ridiculous, so we just shoot whatever we don’t want around. A simple solution for the morally void.
Now geese are a problem at planting time for these farmers. BUT I’m very pleased to say that the farmers here use “goose cannons” to keep roaming (and hungry) Canadian geese off their crops. It’s something they’ve always done, and it’s such a better solution than filling them full of shotgun shrapnel. The cannons are a stroke of humane genius. They don’t hurt the geese at all; the noise just scares them away. A dull echoing boom about every 15 minutes and that’s it. It sounds very much like a distant military base testing experimental weaponry (I know because we have one of those too). To be honest, I personally don’t even notice the noise anymore. Most of the people around here don’t notice the noise…it just becomes part of the background.
So it seems like a nice agreement has been worked out with no violence involved. Case closed. Well, hold on now. In just the past year the new residents in these lovely housing developments have begun complaining to the police about the cannons making too much noise. Their idea of getting away from city life and moving to the country didn’t include these cannons so they’re just going to have to go. The ironic part is the cannons are an integral part of an agricultural area – and an agricultural area is where these complainers wanted to move to. Not to mention that this is a way of life for the farmers in question…these are not hobby farms.
What’s even more ironic – the “city folk” move here to get away from the city. They want to see farms and green and wildlife out their door. More than likely, they came from a cacophonous location filled with police sirens, ambulances, honking car horns and people galore because they wanted to get away to a rural area in which to raise their kids or simply to have a more low-key, rural existence. I know that was my purpose for moving here (you see, I’m an urban transplant myself).
But what do a select entitled few do as soon as they get here? Complain about the fact that it’s an agricultural area with farmland. Wait…What!? Did they not realize these are working farms? Did they not realize that the people on the working farms have to make a living? Or more importantly, that these working farms were here first?
The craziest part is that the cannons aren’t exploding 24/7 year round. They’re only switched on during specific planting times. Just suck it up, city folk, and please understand that when you buy into an area, you’re not just buying the structure you’ll live in, but you’re buying the experience. You’re buying the community, the heritage, the customs. I understand wanting to be comfortable in your environment, hence the exodus to the serene rural country, but please understand that some changes, while good for you, can affect another’s life in a big way. Please remember to keep some perspective and realize that a dull, echoing “boom” isn’t the end of the world.