Thursday, March 10, 2011
The clerk at Dillon's grocery store laughed when I bought onion sets, but I planted them today, March 10. With standing water all around the yard, my raised compost beds were just right for digging. I'm tempted to put last year's stored, leggy potatoes in tomorrow before I leave for a mission trip to the Dominican Republic. More on that when I get back, if I can fit it to the farm theme...
|Trudy and the calves|
This year with a rare east wind that could only carry the fire back toward bare, tilled fields, I set off with a box of matches, holly, the dog, and not a drop of water. I later walked the fence with a spray tank to see if any posts were smoldering, but I didn't find any so I just dumped the water out.
Maybe I'm getting cocky, but I think I'm getting better at anticipating what the fire will do. I picked a day with a steady wind to give the fire direction, and soggy ground to keep the blaze contained within my mowed paths. Where the flames wanted to creep too far in the wrong direction, I just stamped them out with my wet boots.
I only burned half of my pasture this time. I'll probably burn the rest later in the spring. The goal is to increase plant diversity with the two different burn times, and to have a little less adverse affect on wildlife using the pasture for cover. The burn is so fast and "cool" that Holly barely waits for the flames to pass before she's out digging for field mice. The coyotes will show up soon too for the feast.