I can understand why "city folk" want to move to the country. It is peaceful. Crime is almost non-existent, it's a great place to raise kids. There are just so many advantages to living in the country. You do not have to be a farmer here.
It can also be a shock. The wild animals. No trash pick-up every week unless you contract it yourself. Finding that you have to purchase your gas and electricity separately and during a bad storm your electricity can be out for hours. In the winter you can also be snowed in for days depending on the location. No city trucks to come by and clear the street or road for you . Usually the farmers in the area do it themselves. It is quite a change in your life and a shock to your system if you are not prepared for it.
When I first moved back home to take over this farm, a "city" family moved into the house a mile or two down the road. One of my pastures was right next to their property. I had about 20 cows in that pasture. One day a woman drove up and wanted to talk to the owner. I told her she was talking to her and she said to me, "Can you please keep your cows quiet. They are disturbing us. Will you please keep them quiet until at least 10:00am?" I said, "I'll see what I can do." She got in her car and left. I was laughing so hard I had tears.
The next morning I arrived at that pasture at 6:00am with two very loud semis and unloaded another 20 cows into that pasture and left but not before I made as much noise as I could. Would you believe this woman actually called the sheriff on me?! He called me laughing so hard I could hardly understand what he was saying to me. He told her there was nothing he could do since I had broken no laws and had every right to do what I wanted with my own property.
This woman harassed me for weeks. Every where I went I would run into her. It was almost like she was stalking me. She would try to berate me and embarrass me in public and in front of people I had known all my life. All who knew me tried to tell her to stop but she would not listen. Something had to be done. One day I was telling a cousin about all this. He was a member of a local Biker Club and said his club was looking for a place to have a big rally and one of my pastures would be perfect. So we decided on THAT pasture.
So for the next couple weeks my cousin and his friends went to work. We temporarily moved all the cows to the farm. Moved in a couple of semi flat bed trailers to use as a stage. We put them almost up to the fence that separated my property from hers and had portable toilets delivered.
The rally lasted for 2 days. Over 100 people attended to play, eat and listen to very loud music that lasted late into the night. The loud bikes and automobiles in and out for two days. A couple fights broke out but didn't last long. It was something that normally I would not have agreed to but I was on a mission and I was not about to be pushed around by that woman. For the two days the rally took place, she did not come out of her house.
The mess I was left with was worth it. It took me 3 days to get that pasture back to normal and less than a month later they moved out and a FOR SALE sign went up. Some of the farmers and I bought the house. We tore it down and extended our fields.
The moral of this story: Don't mess with farmers because we don't mess around.
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