Remember the scene from one of the Jurassic movies when the T-Rex was crashing through the trees? I don’t know which of the million Jurassic Park movies the scene comes from and, legally, I cannot post a video of the scene that I’m thinking about even if I could find it, but picture this–a huge dinosaur is moving through the woods and trees are crumbling at its feet. Wood is splintering, tree limbs are shattering, bird nests are getting crushed, along with baby birds and tiny eggs…okay, I added that last part about the birds and eggs, anyway, you’re probably asking by now, where the heck am I going with this story?
Well, Sunday night, while it was dark, there were guys across the river in the woods, along with bright lights and two large machines, taking down the trees in the woods. I lay in bed and listened to trees getting crushed, splintering wood, shattering limbs…I could even hear the sorrow associated with the carnage.
The men decimated the woods until 11:00PM! On a Sunday night!
Being the nosy old woman I am, when the men returned the next day, with chain saws, I called the Conservation Department for Billerica to find out what the heck was going on. I won’t go into the foolish details. Basically, I was told there were no men working in the woods.
Really? I made sure the man on the phone knew I didn’t believe him. There WERE men in the woods and they WERE taking down trees.
Nope, came the disbeliever’s reply. There were NO men in the woods and NO trees were coming down. I must be hearing my neighbor doing yardwork, he stated with absolute certainty. Perhaps a landscaper edging my neighbor’s property, he added with a tone of contempt.
Or, perhaps a T Rex I almost replied.
All things are possible in Billerica.
Blessed be :}
Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.