We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We've been trying to move to the country for a number of years. Some property is difficult to sell. Be very grateful for the noise of the frogs and peepers as the frogs around here on our 10 acres have all but disappeared. We don't use pesticides or spray chemicals but I'm sure the surrounding subdivision people put gallons on their yards as soon as they see just one bug. Hopefully one day we will get to have a place like Verna Pool on our country property. Sigh.....
Gotta fella lives just up the road here in rural Maine, Vern L. Poole, he always gets a bit ornery in Spring when all those pesky viro-mentalists start tromping through his forest looking for areas that need to be fenced off so's them peepers can keep peeing... One year he got all riled up when an old tire track took on enough water to last the winter and hatch some toads... had to reroute his driveway that year...
Brings back memories of the first time I saw frogs' eggs in a tiny pond in the woods, back away from Torringford Street in rural Litchfield, County, over next to that silly old ramshackle stonewall...who builds a stone wall in the woods anyway;) ???
Now I go down to the Denver Botanic Gardens, whose water features are, in the spring, full of tadpoles and tiny toads and frogs, for my "fix" of remarkable amphibians.
If I remember correctly there are a good number of stone walls in the woods in Connecticut, probably the result of the woods reclaiming their rightful ownership of the land after farming was abandoned.
I grew up in rural Connecticut. Nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away, and you could walk east or west for a mile from my house before you hit a road. There were stone walls all over the woods. Not to mention a lot of boulders and stones from the last glaciation- which help explain the stone walls.
A lot of meadows I walked through during my childhood have reverted to forest - a trend which began in the 19th century.