I love the rancher thing and right here in the swamps of Delaware we got a situation about to be the same thing.
No we don’t have big cattle ranches in Delaware but in Sussex county we have big farms....chickens, we grow chickens. From seed.
As y’all might know daughter and family moved down here last August from the wilds of Baltimore.
Granddaughter spends two hours a day on school buses. One day daughter and granddaughter riding behind a chicken truck. We got them all over the place here, trucks with feathers flying.
Daughter and granddaughter argue about what’s in truck. Granddaughter says “Mom, I KNOW my chicken trucks.”
Heh.
So the other day again daughter and granddaughter driving along. Delaware’s air often smells of.....ah....well sometimes not so good but in due course you get used to it.
Daughter holds nose and complains about the smell of poop everywhere. Well actually it’s manure and again, you get used to it.
Kaitlyn takes a big whiff and says, I’m not making this up “It smells like home.”
Anyway, some state organization, known as DNREC....stands for Delaware Natural Resources, something, something. Little cousin to the mighty EPA.
DNREC wants to take control over, get this, all what they call Type 1 wet lands....EVEN IF IT’S ON PRIVATE PROPERTY!
Yes I am on this guys....
http://www.delawarepolitics.net/delaware-politics-and-tidbits-read-it-and-weep-the_4814___edition/
In Falmouth, I've heard it referred to as "yuppie repellent".
Fish, I have a Pat story for you.
Yesterday I was out collecting signatures for another Light Rail petition in my town and had the funniest thing happen. My pastor who loves my writing and is on my weekly email that goes out on Monday. He has been waiting for my book and couldn’t wait to read it.
I had breakfast with him on Thursday to give him one and they didn’t arrive til that afternoon so he never got one. So I am knocking doors and I notice the garage door opening across the street where my buddy had just gone and who comes out of the garage but my Pastor Brett. We look at each other and laugh since I had no idea where he lived.
He asked what we were doing and he signed his petition and I asked how many voters in his house, he said 5 total. While he went back in to get the signatures I chased down my other buddy who was driving and he still had a copy in his car and I gave it to my pastor who the proceeds are going and he was happy as a clam.
What were the odds of that? Right there I knew God was in this.