and speak with a woman feeding chickens - behind her house two caterpillar tractors are churning up mud where the mangrove forest used to be. She meanwhile, is churning up her small back yard with a trowel, preparing her scrap of land to build a crab farm. The loss of the mangroves, which previously reached up to the stream just behind the wooden house, has decimated her livelihood, gathering river crabs, and she needs to compensate. Who knows if it will work. She quotes skyhigh prices for copra - dried coconut meat - which the company insist the mangrove is worth churning up for. The mountain on the other side of the road is claimed by this community as ancestral land, and this is what is being fought over. The company plan to remove land from the mountain to fill in and stabilise the saline mangrove, in order to grow their coconuts