We moved the pigs a fair distance, from where they were recovering the field from the alder and buckthorn, to beside the greenhouse. They must till up the ground where I’m about to move the greenhouse to. It involved setting up the fence a couple of times in long corridors. The pigs were cooperative.Now they’re back in the sun, and practically on lawn, which they are making short work of. It’s kind of strange to have them (back) in the middle of everything, smack between the chicken tribes.
Something has been snatching guineas. A couple of adults are missing, and now there’s only one chick:(But gosh, it’s cute. A pile of bumps in the food dish: The guineas are not exactly “mine”; they’re very much their own, unlike the other obedient farm animals. They don’t mind eating the food, but they are cunning and very hard to trick or contain, even for their protection. They’ve been sleeping in the trees, and I’m racking my brain for how I can get them into someplace safe. I don’t even know what’s getting them. Nor do I have “someplace safe” in mind. I’ll get them all into the greenhouse for the winter, but it’s another week+ before that’s ready. What to do?
I love the outrageous purple of scarlet runner beans. It’s like the fake colouring of grape candy. And they are preposterously large beans, too – the plant, the pods, and the beans. Jack and the beanstalk beans.
I´ve been waiting for this. Our wonderful neighbour came back and gave the field another pass with the tiller, and brought his hand seeder too (which I loved!).
Now the green mist has appeared on the ground. In this case the early spears are oats, which were supposed to be planted sparsely, for a shade cover.
If you look directly at it, there´s hardly any green to be seen.
The before picture.
I knew, any day, there would be a dust of green across it, and indeed, it came nearly overnight.
I was casting seed by hand too, and it appears I have a heavy one. One might notice in the top photo there is a distinct strip of thicker oats. It´s almost strangely straight edged. Oh well.
Our neighbour surprised me by showing up in his tractor to till some of our pasture.
Our “pasture” is more a memory of a field. Abandoned for a decade, there´s very little actual grass left in the former field. It´s choked with goldenrod, berry canes, scrubby bushes I don´t know, and the local invading species scourge – glossy leaf buckthorn. Plus the incursion of poplars from the edges. If we hadn’t cut down 100’s of seedlings the last few years, the former field would be entirely closed.
As it is, we have about one third of the total former field cleared. The other two thirds are worse off. Two summers ago, we moved the pigs around on this part, they dutifully rooted, and I followed with seed. I got some clover established but that was about all. So, our neighbor came and tilled for us. He says that he will till once more to smooth it out some, I´ll seed, and then we´ll see how much of the “unwanted”s grow back from the roots.
It always amazes me how much work can be accomplished with petroleum energy. Massive change to the surface of the earth in a matter of hours. Now, the field is transformed. For one thing, the view across it is uninterrupted by a bunch of twigs growing. I look forward to the green mist of germination over it.
Eventually, we’ll get this pasture back to graze-able.