My Mom hates wind turbines. She’s certainly not alone in that but unfortunately for Mom, turbines have been creeping into her world despite her efforts to stop them.
We could go on and on about the health concerns, the tax revenue wasted, and ask the gods of electricity why people are being paid big money to host turbines when the province isn’t using the power they generate. Instead, let’s just look at how they change the landscape.
This is just outside my parents’ back door. They live on 53 acres, and in the next field is a massive turbine. Their neighbours are making a sack of cash on it. And that’s just one of many Mom and Dad can now see from their house.
I have to admit that it looks kind of cool and futuristic to see a huge farm of turbines on land that has nothing to do with me. There’s an area of Chatham that’s peppered with them. It’s like a scene out of a movie. But they take on a sinister aura when they’re literally in your own back yard, and you haven’t agreed to put them there.
When I was growing up, we could look out over the back 40 and see deer or foxes or ducks or beautiful blue herons. Now these massive structures are the most obvious things within range. And what happens if a future government decides they haven’t been worth the trouble? Do they stay there until they crumble? Or will more taxpayer money be spent to bring them down? You can argue the politics if you like. I’d just like the view back.
I think they’re ugly. They look like something from a sci-fi movie. Passing through Shelburne on hwy 89 there are way too many. I think we should get a say on whether we want them, or not. The government isn’t listening