Calm Down, Deer?

I fume, therefore I am. Should I get as irate as I feel? How long should one try to remain calm and tolerant in the face of institutional vandalism, ignorance and worse? Nothing up here provokes my anger more than the indefensible degrading of landscape by the conservation industry. The large sheep grazing area on the western side of Blacka is almost as depressing as the uniform heather on Burbage. Yet the conservation decision makers who could make a difference refuse to do so. Last year, because of various unspecified ‘problems’, for months it was left alone and we were rewarded with the land bursting into life with wild flowers and grasses waving in the wind.
This year the sheep have been brought back to eat their way across the land and thus stifling and suppressing any progress towards more character – not because of farming needs or the economy of food production but because the conservation industry in its stupidity and/or incompetence, certainly its tastelessness, prefers this land to be boring grass and thistles liberally spread over with animal excrement at various stages of freshness.
This is supposedly for wildlife, but is actually more in the interest of a flourishing office life. Ask a question about it and you will be told not what is true but what they want you to believe – and the story you hear depends on who you are. This shackled top-down over controlled and repressed landscape is kept like it is because it is a S.S.S.I. Does anything esle better illustrate what is wrong with the conservation industry?

For example some of us last year were told that the sheep were kept off the land because the stream was dried up and there was no water for the livestock. This year is drier but here they are.