I recently spent $6,500 on a registered Black Angus bull, excited to improve my herdâs genetics. He looked perfectâstrong, healthy, and exactly what I was after. I couldnât wait to see the impact heâd have.But once I introduced him to the cows, my excitement started to fade. Instead of showing interest, he wandered off and grazed. Day after day, he ignored the herd completely. Not once did he try to breed.
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MY NEIGHBOR BURIED MY POND WHILE I WAS AWAY đĄđ§ Some people reveal who they truly are when you least expect it. For me, it happened when my neighbor filled in my cherished pond while I was out of town, not realizing the storm he was about to face. I may be a quiet older woman, but I had a plan that turned his world upside down. At 74, Iâve seen my share of neighborhood drama, but nothing like what happened in my own backyard. Iâm Agnes, and Iâve lived in my cozy little home for twenty years. Itâs where I raised my three kids and now enjoy weekends with my six grandkids. The highlight of our yard has always been the pond my great-grandpa built. Itâs been the heart of our family for generations. My grandkids love itâsometimes I think they like that pond more than my cookies! đŞ Everything was peaceful until Derek moved in next door five years ago. From day one, he had a problem with my pond. âAgnes,â heâd yell, âthose frogs are driving me crazy at night!â Iâd just laugh and say, âTheyâre singing you to sleep, Derek. Free lullabies!â Heâd complain about bugs, too. I told him, âMaybe itâs that cluttered mess in your yard, not my clean pond.â Heâd stomp away, and I figured heâd get over it. I was wrong. I went to visit my cousin for a few days, looking forward to laughter and card games. But when I came home, something felt off. The sparkle of water in the yard was gone. In its place? Dirt. My heart sank. Mrs. Carter from across the street rushed over. âAgnes, I tried to stop them! They said they were hired to fill the pond. I told them you werenât home, but they had papers and everything!â I stared at the muddy patch where my beloved pond used to be. I didnât need to guess who was behind it. âDerek,â I whispered, fists clenched. âWhat will you do?â Mrs. Carter asked, worried. I stood up straight. âOh, heâs about to learn why you donât mess with Agnes.â I called my daughter Clara. She was furious. âWe need to call the police!â âNot yet,â I said. âWe need proof.â Thatâs when my granddaughter Sophie remembered something. âGrandma! The bird camera in the maple tree!â We checked it. And there he wasâDerek, clear as day, bossing a crew around, smirking like he got away with something. âOh, Iâve got you now,â I said with a grin. Derek thought Iâd just let it go. But he didnât count on me calling the local environmental office. âHello,â I said sweetly. âIâd like to report the illegal destruction of a protected pond.â They sounded confused at first. âProtected habitat, maâam?â âYes,â I replied. âThat pond was registered. It had rare fish. Someone filled it in while I was away.â Turns out, the environment folks take that very seriously. A few days later, they knocked on Derekâs door. âMr. Larson, youâre being fined for destroying a protected habitat. We have evidence.â Derek looked stunned. âFifty thousand dollars? Are you kidding? It was just a pond!â âThat âpondâ was registered and protected, sir.â I watched from my porch, trying not to giggle. But I wasnât done yet. Next, I called my grandson Lucasâa sharp lawyer in the city. đ (continue reading in the first comment)
Some people show their true selves when you least expect it. For me, it came when my neighbor filled in my cherished pond while I was away,…