I totally concur. When I was a boy we actually had fence rows around the fields. Now farmers get subsidies to clean off every bush, briar, and fence they can so they can grow an extra bushel or two. They don't leave a stalk of grain in the fields anymore, they don't let the ground rest every seven years, I could go on, but yes farming has been a detriment to wild game around here. Not knocking "farmers", as I grew up farming. But these modern "corporate" farming operations are not farms in my book.I believe Much if the decline in small game numbers has to do with current farming practices, coupled with dramatic increase in predator population.
Of course, we all love farmers, I count myself among them. That said I’m in favor of leaving some brushy edges, ditches etc for animal habitat as well as a good windbreak. As @Chuck R. mentions above, building brush piles is a good way to establish habitat for small game.I totally concur. When I was a boy we actually had fence rows around the fields. Now farmers get subsidies to clean off every bush, briar, and fence they can so they can grow an extra bushel or two. They don't leave a stalk of grain in the fields anymore, they don't let the ground rest every seven years, I could go on, but yes farming has been a detriment to wild game around here. Not knocking "farmers", as I grew up farming. But these modern "corporate" farming operations are not farms in my book.
Our ranch is covered in cotton tails this winter!
I "might" have had something to do with that by intentionally leaving alfalfa for the little critters.
Here in Charlotte County in a rapidly building up sub division they are fairly numerous. I’ll see a couple in my yard every morning and evening. I first I thought the Bob Cat population had moved out as in the past 18 years the once numerous vacant overgrown lots have been greatly reduced.There's always a "crash" cycle in Florida. No closed season, 12/day bag limit and illegal to harm foxes. I see less than a dozen rabbits per year.
Everywhere else they are dead on the hiways but not here.
But yesterday In broad day light a BobCat sauntered past my garage door like he owned the place.
So perhaps prey and predator have struck a balance.