Regular readers of this blog know that we don’t very often talk about our own situation. That’s by design, as we never wanted any of this to be about us personally. Plus, we know that there are many homeowners along the path of Line 6B whose situations make ours look lucky by comparison, people whose lives have been and will be disrupted and damaged in ways far worse than ours.

Still, there’s a lot about all of this that stings. And today, as we were digging up and moving plants out of the path of imminent Enbridge destruction– rescuing them, you might say– we were feeling a little bitter about two things:

First, Enbridge won’t be compensating us for the terrible anxiety their construction on our property is going to cause our very cool, very good, but very timid, dog Sam. Nor will they be compensating us for the doggie daycare he’ll have to attend to avoid all the loud, scary sounds that will totally freak him out. (Oh, and yes, every one of those trees you see in the background, and more, will be taken down to make room for that shiny new pipe.)

Secondly, Enbridge also isn’t compensating us for this big, beautiful oak tree. What’s worse, they also won’t be compensating us for the displacement of the wonderful green herons that nest in it (I wonder if anyone at Enbridge cares about green herons?). The herons won’t be compensated either. One of them was up in the tree today calling to us again and again while we were digging up our perennials. I’m not an ornithologist, so I can’t say with any certainty, but I’m pretty sure it was saying, “This sucks!”