I live beside an old beaver pond within the city limits. With new enlightened management of the city it was zoned a wetland and no development is allowed without bureaucratic approval. Of course the beaver were allowed to do their thing and beavers being beavers went to work and made tremendous modifications to the landscape. Everyone lived happily until the beavers insisted on expanding and started blocking off the culverts that allowed their stream to flow under the nearby road thus forming another new pond.
The city bureaucrats put up with this nuisance for several years sending work crews to dismantle the beavers constructions periodically despite the no development bylaws. Then one day a really clever bureaucrat had Fishers (Nasty big weasel) introduced to the area. Suddenly no more beaver and no more expensive work crews.
One day shortly after the Fisher had removed the Beavers, my clan of 17 cute little Bunnie Rabbits disappeared from their compound, all in one night. Now the city bylaws allow me to take whatever action needed to protect my livestock, but I balked at the idea of actually having to dispose of a pissed off Fisher. Meddling with nature also seemed to be a loosing proposition.
With the passing of the years the beaver pond has degenerated into a weed filled mess that really doesn’t benefit the wild life or the passing eye. The owner of the land then volunteered to make some improvements to this mess and the ever helpful bureaucrats sent over several skilled environmentalists to assist in the planning. The resulting plan called for seven man made pools to be constructed to some very ridged specification that would have impoverished a millionaire. Fortunately the skilled environmentalists eventually figured out that the water flow from the beaver dam had to go some where and that some where was to a near by lake and now the department of fisheries had to be consulted who put the kibosh on the whole idea.
This last spring a new Beaver was seen effecting repairs to the old dam and I eagerly waited for him to get around to cleaning up the swamp. A week later he was gone. Maybe I should reactivate my feud with the fisher and we could go back to the old days of a respectable beaver pond and work crews making extra cash on overtime.
Here is another interesting little bureaucratic tidbit that sort of illustrates the difficulties of government. Our area has been classified as a “No Firearm discharge area”. Seems kind of reasonable until you pause to think what you’re going to do when a Wolf or a Bear decides to make off with your four year old child who is playing in the front yard. I checked with the bureaucrats and they had the gall to actually say that I would not be allowed to shoot the wolf or bear but would have to tackle the situation with my bare hands or call 911 and wait while the kid was dismembered by the hungry carnivore while the cops came rushing to my aid. We actually had a chance to check on the cop response time the last time a bear decided to mess with my barbecue. The cops never showed up.
Well back to the Fisher he was one of the reasons for getting the cute little Bunnie rabbits in the first place. With those rabbits (can’t be a pet, had to be livestock) holding down the homestead I am now legally allowed to blast anything that comes near, not that I intend to.
All I can say is man’s meddling has no end and no predictable outcome despite bureaucratic objections to the contrary.













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