Big machine sounds in all directions, all at once. The huge arroyo drainage channel north of here is being dredged. The bridge over the tracks is being widened. A tree-chopper gnawed-up vegetation along the riverside channel last summer. Chipping machines and chainsaws still work the miles-long brush piles. Graders ply the parallel levee roads. A bulldozer cleared "invasive species" yesterday, making a long wide rip in the narrow bosque.
Hard time to be a plant or animal. Waves of Canadian geese flew up and out of that drainage channel the day they started construction. Pheasant and flickers on edges of the bulldozed swath looked dazed. Me too.
Fresh stakes in the ground seem to identify ill-fated trees within the 15 foot levee set-back. Bemoaning loss of the valley's giant cottonwoods expect to be told, they aren't that old, this forest wasn't here, man created this space. And we have bigger things to worry about. Like flooding. Like preserving the integrity of the levees.
I think, its a good thing we're trying to preserve that somewhere.
This justification - that the habitat is man-made - would seem to say we'll respect most what's untouched - with a long list of qualifications. (Not private. Not non-natives. Not subsurface rights.) But really, haven't some places already paid their dues? Isn't the inventory of "untouched" growing a little short? Never mind, not quiet.
On top of this: Leaf-blower and a garbage truck.