Once again, every time I drive to work on State Highway 37, more and more trees are cut. The tree line is vanishing. It is spring. Where do you think the birds, squirrels, fox, and coyotes have built …
This item is available in full to subscribers.
To continue reading, you will need to either log in to your subscriber account, or purchase a new subscription.
If you are a digital subscriber with an active, online-only subscription then you already have an account here. Just reset your password if you've not yet logged in to your account on this new site.
Otherwise, click here to view your options for subscribing.
Please log in to continue |
Once again, every time I drive to work on State Highway 37, more and more trees are cut. The tree line is vanishing. It is spring. Where do you think the birds, squirrels, fox, and coyotes have built their dens and nests? You are destroying what is beautiful. When the winds of winter come and whip up tornado size damage there will be no trees to block their force. Maybe a clue or thought will come to you then.