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Conservation and Throw-aways

02-21-12 © f9photos
 
Sometimes the debris or throwaway of one year is precisely the material that needs to be preserved or conserved in another. Trash becomes a nesting place, or the familiar terrain of wildlife.

That was an insight neighbors of a vacant lot brought to the table at a public hearing of a certain Massachusetts' town's Conservation Commission on a recent Thursday.
When the Commission came to the matter of a notice of intent on a certain property I'll call Fordham Place, it heard from an environmental consultant for the landowner, who made a  speaking of the landowner’s intent to put a single-family home on what is now a vacant lot within a buffer zone just outside a designated wetland. Consultant also said, as if to allay concerns, that this intent comes with a “detailed plan for restoring and re-vegetating the area.”

Commission members agreed that the notice of intent didn’t apply to the actual wetland, rather, to a discretionary buffer zone outlying the wetland.  But they also indicated that they wanted to personally inspect the site before moving forward.
They tentatively scheduled that inspection for the following Monday.

It wasn't until they opened up discussion to the floor that things got interesting. Talk turned to the need to remove “debris” from the wetland area behind the property in question. Cipher Cimma, of 42 Fordham Place, along with other neighbors, observed that people have been using the area as a dumping ground for a long time, so there is now a lot of debris.

Kathleen Curran, from intersecting Ringo Street, spoke of the wildlife she has seen on the lot, and cautioned, “If you remove the debris, you might be removing the lot.”
At some point, then, trash ceases to be the enemy of "conservation" and becomes part of that which is to be conserved.  An obvious enough point, really, but I have to say I was amused by the unexpected
demonstration this dayt.

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