This is our yard on round-up…

This is the view we see from all of the windows at the back of our house… (click photo to enlarge)

Our 96 year old landlady is scared of fires, so she hired someone to spray the entire backyard with round-up and kill all of the plants in our backyard. This is heartbreaking to us for so many reasons.

And on a rainy day like today, I especially wonder what the effect of the poison will be to the 50+ robins who have descended on our mud flat.

The robins come to gobble up the worms, who emerge out of the ground to escape the excess water, that would normally be absorbed by the roots of the plants, but because there are no plants, the worms have nowhere to hide, therefore the worms are easy targets for the robins… and the robins are psyched.

But little do the robins know that the worms have been wallowing in poison for the last three months… so our little story does not have a happy ending… not yet anyway.

It is time for us to speak up.

“UNLESS someone like you… cares a whole awful lot… nothing’s going to get better… It’s not.” – The Lorax, by Dr. Seuss

(Sorry for the downer post… if you need a pick-me-up go click on the video of the bouncing lambs… that should do the trick.)

Three Mills and the Olympics

The mooring at Three Mills has historically been the home for 20 canal boats and 31 canal boat living people. Until a few months ago when the British Waterways announced that everyone would have to leave for 18 months while the canal undergoes improvements made to transport construction materials for the Olympics. Now the mooring is home for three boats and seven people, who negotiated for special permission to stay.

This documentary project explores the Three Mills community and the people and animals who are positively and negatively affected by the 2012 Olympic canal improvements. The oldest residents of the area do not have a voice, but if they did, I imagine they would have mixed reviews about the changes.

Worms, small and pink, live in the canal mud; the mud that is usually freckled with tires, bikes and other human leftovers. For 30 years the worms have been the prey of not only birds who come to hunt when the tide goes out, but also tropical fish enthusiast Brian, affectionately called the Worm Man, and later joined by his son Darren.

Two days a week for the past 30 years Brian has come to Three Mills to hunt these worms and then sell his catch to tropical fish food buyers. After the canal improvements, the Worm Men will not be able to hunt at Three Mills because the canal, that has historically been tidal, will continuously be floating. Besides being safe from hunting birds and men, it is yet to be determined how the worms will fair being underwater indefinitely.

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