Dear Editor
Once upon a time, there were three spruce trees. They swayed in the breeze morning noon and night. Birds loved these trees. They were the birds’ home. There were all kinds of birds.
Three people and equipment came and worked all day to take the trees down. Look what we have now ‑‑ five-foot stumps.
Birds cannot hide in dead stumps, nor can they keep warm and sheltered from rain. The stumps have no beauty. That’s the new look of the trees.
These trees were not doing any damage. They were trimmed just a fewÌý months ago. We were given different reasons for the decision.
We are up in age, but we still know what’s right and not. Wonder why nobody asked us. We aren’t too old to think.
Come and look through our windows. No birds, no trees. Why?
Annie Zamonsky
North Battleford
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