Why I Can’t Talk to Farmers

It’s not often that lawyers are stuck for words but on Friday night I found I could say nothing. I was introduced to two dairy farmers. In the last 7 weeks or so, I’ve driven three times south of Christchurch and been horrified by the large mechanical creatures now occupying lush pastures and spewing water. So when I met these dairy farmers all I could think of saying was;

“So how much of our drinking water do you gush onto arid land?”

“How many windbreaks have you removed from our windswept plains?”

“Exactly how much cow shit and fertilising is leaching from your property into our aquifers?”

Luckily, this was one of the few occasions I was able to bite my tongue. So perhaps I wasn’t lost for words at all.

We have local body elections this year. I’ll be watching closely to see who will protect our pure water. It’s time we started to treat our clean water like the treasure it is and stopped dairying from selling our souls.