Last week on June 7, my absentee neighbor apparently hired a bushwhacker to neaten up his three acres raw land out here in the sticks.
Upon walking up the road same evening, I was greeted with a loud clamor of birdsong, saw the manicured landscape, and realized nests had been destroyed in a couple hours of mindless “spring cleaning.” Indigo buntings, field sparrows, carolina wrens, even a brown thrasher were obviously in a distressed state. A rabbit kept running back and forth across the naked field.
The owner is clueless. The bushwhacker has no idea of the hundreds of living creatures he killed. Another patch of functioning wildlife habitat disappeared with a few sweeps of an inane machine at the most inopportune time. Waiting until July would have at least spared most of the nesting birds.