But there are some confusing things, like I was advised to 'call the county' when I wanted to know about what kind of bug was eating my rosebush. I only have the one, but it's bigger than my van. I have gotten fond of it over the years. In that instance, they mean the county extension agent.
A couple days ago, a tree fell from the field across from us (owned by someone else) and blocked our road, the end of it barely poked over into the field access to our pasture. After the dogs had their thrill of sniffing and digging and peeing around it, the boys tried to move it, Matt and I looked at all the mushrooms growing on it and we just sort of left it alone. To be honest, I would LOVE to have left it there forever. No more idiots flying by the house at all hours. Sure, we'd have to get mail out on The Main Road and push the trashcan a whole tenth of a mile and back every week, but it would be worth it!
However, we have a county maintained road, which, in order for the trash and mail to service our residence and the meter reader to pop in every month, they send out a semi with a flatbed that hauls a scraper and a backhoe and they drive up and down the road for 3 hours every 6-8 weeks and widen it a foot every time. If not for the trees, you could totally land a 747 out there. Which brings me to my most recent problem, the tree over the road. I asked around. "Call the county." Well, hell. That hardly helps at ALL.
After a good bit of research, one of Matt's friends who works for 911 gave us the ACTUAL NUMBER and it turns out, you call your district shop. I NEVER would have figured that out on my own.