As the trees grow

Every year I plant as many trees as i can buy or grow or find.

And one thing I have noticed about the mornings is how loud it is with bird song this year.  Especially the cardinals. I seldom see them as they love to be high in the trees and nest in the thickest areas but the mornings are full of the sounds of them.   

I have brought across the hay wagon – out here they call them hayracks which is confusing as a hayrack is the enormous wooden basket thing we throw hay into in the winter – for the cows to eat. Or it can be a covered wooden freestanding structure for drying and storing  the hay – I think I need that one! Aren’t words funny. When we did hay in New Zealand we loaded it straight onto big farm trucks – driving a wee escalator on wheels that was attached to the side of the truck, this scooped the hay bales up and onto the bed of the truck where handsome summer bronzed boys loaded them way too high.  I can’t remember using trailers at all.

Now they are all big rolled bales I am sure.

Anyway the hay rack trailer wagon is out in Daisy’s field now and today we will begin to fork the larger piles of hay up onto the wagon and feed it straight out. Then we will electric fence the cows across the last of it and they can clean up the field themselves.

The second hay area is an unfenced  field that runs along the edge of the field across the way.  The long lines of clover are ruined – the whole field stinks of mould – that field I am pushing the hay across the field bit by bit each day, creating a ribbon of mulch and I will use it to mulch a long, long row of trees along the side of that field. John grew fifty hedge apple trees during the winter so we will plant all of them through holes in this mulch.

The alfalfa field is just lines and lines of thick black alfalfa stalks dusted with moldy spores now, in ever turning windrows. Every storm tosses them about again.  I will keep rolling them  as it dries, returning much of the leaf and light twigs to the ground. My objective is two fold – to dry the hay and to allow the pasture underneath to begin to grow the next crop of hay by moving the piles frequently.  The sticks that will be left will be forked up onto the wagon, hauled to the compost and thrown in. I am not paying to have any of this baled.  Those days of rain and terrible humidity sent the alfalfa right over the edge. 

I can only take close ups of Wai at the moment – he is looking pretty grizzly as he rubs off these big hunks of dead skin and fat.  Yesterday he managed to dislodge a piece the size of a thick jandal with such force he created a hole in his back and made himself bleed. He kept trotting around his racetrack trying to outrun the pain of this – poor chap. I tried to cover it so it was not aggravated by the straw as he laid down and jumped back up but he was having none of it. I could only wait until the bleeding stopped before dressing it. Interestingly when the pain of his new wound was at its greatest he kept hauling up and rushing to his water bowl for a drink.  

Poor wee chap. He eventually buried himself in a huge bed of soft dry hay from Daisy’s field and went to sleep. These pictures are of him calmly grazing a few hours later. Those big pieces  of dead flesh are about 70 percent gone. If he leaves them and lets me take them off small pieces at a time, it is so much better. Now he has two new crators in his poor wretched beleagured back. Today will be better for him.

I hope you have a lovely day.

love celi

Weather – beautiful. Excellent day for forking dried ruined hay onto the hay wagon and carting it about But skinless pigs have to stay inside until sunset when there is this much sun.

Tuesday 07/25 10% / 0 in
Sunshine and some clouds. High 82F. Winds ESE at 5 to 10 mph.

Tuesday Night 07/25 10% / 0 in
Mainly clear skies. Low 63F. Winds light and variable.


27 Comments on “As the trees grow

  1. I loved the link to the cardinals and their pretty song, which is something I’ve never heard. A friend from NZ told me when I was living in London that when she came to work in northern Europe, she desperately missed the songs of the New Zealand birds, which were so much more interesting and melodious.
    Poor old Wai Wai, I can only imagine the frustration of wanting to rip those horrible plates off, and then the shock of the pain when he does. He’s doing very well, but I suspect you’d say he’s not out of the woods yet…

  2. words are always confusing…


    Poor poor I wish I could take some of his is not fair that an animal should suffer so much at the hands of what is loosely termed a human being…but you are there and that is always a comfort….poor dear lad he looks in such a mess and I bet he smells a bit but he cannot help it…Pray and pray again


    Sent: Tuesday, July 25, 2017 at 1:59 PM

  3. I love the “Yoohoo” Sheila picture…but now I am thinking that is NOT Shiela. Oh well. Yoo-hoo pig. Wai breaks my heart, and yet, he just keeps plugging on. A lesson to us all, at least to me.

  4. I suppose Wai’s big patches of dead skin itch – hopefully the new scabs will be much thinner and come away less brutally.

  5. So sorry about the hay. You are very innovative with your mulch plans. This must have been very frustrating! Wai’s healing is amazing. I am learning so much about healing from your descriptions and how you are caring for him!

  6. Fifty hedge apple trees!!! Wow!!! That is exciting!!! Celi aren’t the hedge apple trees that ones that have a thick round fruit that has to be soaked
    for a long time to get to the seeds? Isn’t that the kind that you and I had a contest, about 4 or 5 years ago, to see who could grow the first boundary hedge with them? I had my seeds soaking for months, and then My John needed a bucket, and unknowingly dumped out the soaking hedge apples! 😦
    Can’t wait to see how your hedge grows!!! If successful, perhaps I’ll try again!!! 🙂

  7. Sign me up for the newsletter…. And yes, playing catchup from Thursday here… Worked on Mom and Dad’s home all weekend. I found some wonderful winter gloves in the mix. I immediately thought of you! Especially because there is NO WAY I will ever need winter gloves that are this warm!

    Poor Wai – but going to his water is good as he needs to stay very hydrated to heal. We all need MORE water to keep our body healing.

    Very sorry about the hay field…. our plans are not ours in the long run but we make do!

    • I suspect dosage would be difficult but I bet he’d drink beer. Although drunken pigs are known for being dangerous, so maybe not the best course of action.

    • I was also wondering about beer – not enough to cause a dangerous reaction, but a little nip that might help with the pain, take the edge off so to speak.
      Chris S in Canada

  8. Sigh! That poor dear pig…but he keeps on keeping on, what a huge thing for all of us to remember.

  9. Oh my goodness I can barely look. I’d like to meet the people who did this and find out what in the world they were thinking!!

  10. Making the best of a very wet situation is all you can do….other than screaming at the skies…I hope you can get the muck out of the way so that good grass/clover can regrow and then try again. So frustrating, I’m sure. You and Wai are an inspiration for perseverance. If infection can be avoided, he may just make it. Fingers crossed. Fingers crossed.

  11. Oh if we could talk to the animals! Explain what we want them to do – and not to do! You come so close!! But they (like children) would probably not listen anyway! Oh Wai . . . .

  12. Ahh, my heart bleeds for the poor little tyke. It’s almost like your lovely Border Collie feels his pain, oh Faithful Companion!
    Haven’t listened to the link yet, but aren’t they wonderful, the Northern Cardinals? It truly lifts the heart (and I know it’s finally almost Spring!) when the male starts his “Pretty, pretty, pretty!” from the treetops: ) It has truly been a bumper year for the birds here as well! SO sorry about the mouldering muck you’ve got to dispense with now and please do be careful with all of those nasty mould spores floating about, will you??

  13. For as horrid as Wai’s back looks, it is so wonderful to actually see his face coming out of the folds of fat and to know that there is a real pig in there, not just a charred, pitiful animal.

  14. Ruined alfalfa and ruined pig back. Balanced by singing cardinals and hedge apple trees. Poor Wai. Your kindness is a mercy. I hope he continues to make progress. Sending positive thoughts to you and the Farmy.

  15. One heartening thing about those pictures of Wai is all the green around him. Life comes on strong in its own time. “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower” (Dylan Thomas) is also working with Wai, and with you.

  16. You must be so teed off about that hay… Ughh. On the positive side, I do feel Wai has turned some kind of corner.

  17. Funny, we have so many Cardinals here that they’re one of the more common birds. I always delight that they are the first up in the mornings, chirping happily, and they are the last to sing the woodlands to sleep at dark. I love these photos of Wai’s progress… he’s one tough fella!

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