Editor: So they are hunting on the Southlands and upsetting the pastoral peace. Over here in the Northlands, we have heard them hunting in the fields behind the school in Beach Grove for weeks.
We can also hear them hunting on the foreshore past 64th Street. We can watch them without trespassing, if we want to. When hunting season is over it will be farming season. First is muck spreading.
Cow muck smells really bad, but chicken is worse. It gets in the mouth and throat; you can smell and taste it.
After that it is plowing and seeding, which they do from dawn to dusk. Then there is a couple of months respite, except for the serenade of the propane cannons over in the blueberry fields.
Then comes cropping. The first is peas. I swear those guys work 24 hours a day. The noise might be worse than the airplanes flying over upper Tsawwassen.
After that come the other reapers, beans, corn, spuds and turnips. Those guys only work dawn to dusk.
The good news is we haven't had steers wandering the roads down here for a few years.
Remember the old adage, especially when it comes to farming: Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.
Ray Earles
