that's one done

There has been a lot of rain lately.

Big rain.

Deluge-type rain.

In between, there have been projects;

many with the assistance of my new helper.

For example, last week we moved a section of fenceline.

You can see where the original fenceline ran behind the barn:

I had the barn built in that spot last Spring,
planning to move the fence back toward the stone wall
in early Autumn.
But many other tasks came first,
and then my helper lost interest in working.

And then Winter came.

And it stayed a while.

And what you may not be able to see

is that even the packed-down snow 

is deep enough to "shorten" the fence significantly.

By February, that six-foot perimeter fence

only came up to my chest.

I could reach over the fence without raising my arm.

If my goats had wanted to get over that fence,

they could have done it.

Easily.

I thanked them every day for not doing so.

Dara:
Well, of course we would never go over the fence!
We are all Very Good Goats!

Violet:
I am shocked that you could even think
we would go over the fence!
No matter how easy it might be!

Campion:
Certainly we would NEVER...wait a minute...
HOW short did you say that fence is?

Hahaha! Just kidding!

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So last week, my new helper and I spent several hours,
on two consecutive days, moving that fence.
Finally!

It adds just a tiny area to the paddocks -

maybe a thousand square feet or so -

so it was a lot of work for a little difference.

Was it worthwhile?

Well, yes.

Yes, it was.

If only for the pleasure of watching Tsuga

lead her little girls into fresh browse

before any of the other goats could have a crack at it.

That's a first!

Fern making a careful selection.

Tansy tackling a kid-sized portion of white pine.

And Mama Tsuga, happily destroying the bittersweet.
Bless you, Tsuga!

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So, how are your projects coming along?

Does your list ever get any shorter?

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project notes

Today it's raining, but yesterday was a gorgeous day for working outdoors!

Several dead or broken saplings near the gardens need to come down before vegetable planting begins in two or three weeks. The break on this pair of saplings is about 18 feet up:

I managed to take two of them down without hitting that power line,

but could not risk the third, or the one on the other side of that line, without using a rope.

And I could not find a rope!

I know...

it amazed me, too!

How could I not have a hank of rope???

It's like not having salt.

Or a pencil.

Or a toothbrush.

So this job is only partly done, but must be finished soon.

(Note to self: buy more rope!)

The cut saplings went straight into the paddock with the does,

where they met with instant approval.

This is Lily of the Valley and her daughter Tsuga:

They began by nibbling the tiny branches,

but in a day or two I expect every bit of bark will be gone as well.

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While I was puttering in the goat zone, I took a look at this spot.

It's tiny; about 12 x 12 feet, with my workshop on the north side

and the Chute to New Adventure on the south,

connecting two little goat paddocks.

Can you see the little bush toward the center?

It is the last surviving high-bush blueberry on my place.
This is why I wrapped the fence around this spot;
to protect the blueberry bush from the goats.

There used to be two bushes in other places, but they succumbed years ago to the increasing canopy cover (= lower light availability) and, on one memorable occasion, to the self-serve enthusiasm of a very happy parrot.

The carpenters who built the little workshop (could it be nine years ago?) were asked to watch out for the blueberry bush. I flagged it, and carefully tied it back to keep it's branches safe from the to-ing and fro-ing of two guys carrying lumber. It made it through the hazards of the building process - hurray! - and for a few weeks each summer since (if I could beat the birds to it in the morning) has provided me with a handful of blueberries for my morning yogurt.

Sadly, two years ago a small tree came down right across the blueberry bush, damaging many fragile little branches and killing one of the three stems. Last year, the bush struggled to survive, and produced maybe twenty berries in total, which I left for the birds.

This tough winter we've just put behind us (whew!) may have taken a further toll on the blueberry bush, but my fingers are crossed. Today, I was thrilled to see leaf buds on a number of branches!

To celebrate this triumphant act of survival despite adversity, I decided to put some effort into this tiny section of ground. Just a bit of clean-up to begin with, moving a pile of flexible drainage pipe up to the loft in the workshop, and cutting down or pulling up a load of old rubus and bittersweet. Next, beginning to gradually dig a bit of earth away from the upslope corner of the workshop, seen below.

The wood was not originally in direct contact with the ground, but after years of downslope erosion and deposition is now in danger of rotting. I'd love to just jack the whole shed up a foot, but that's not a job to tackle alone and my professional shed-jacker-upper is busy fencing at the moment. So, I'll try shoveling. The ground is extremely rocky, so it's a bit-by-bit effort.

The pile of semi-rotted brush below will have to become a design element:

I'd like to turn it into a hill of squash,

but the vinca groundcover suggests there may not be enough light

once the nearby trees have leafed out.

We'll see.

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Tsuga had never seen my old work boots before.

When I went into the paddock for evening chores,

she hastened right over to investigate.

 

Exactly three seconds later,

she walked away...

her work was done.

Tsuga needs a job.

Adorable goat available for photoshoots

and Untying All The Things.

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