A Good Afternoon to Bushhog

One of pastures has been needing bushhogging for a long time.  It’s been on my list of things to do, but there have always seemed to be more pressing priorities.

Sunday afternoon I finally got around to getting it done.

I picked a good day to do it.

First of all, the field is one of my favorite spots on the farm and was a perfect place to spend a glorious autumn afternoon.

I had a couple of friends who tagged along after me.

I was careful not to clip the thistles.  I came back later and carefully removed them by hand (so as not to spread their seed) and took them away to burn.

My friends hung around with me for that part of it too.

And when I left they ran along in front of me.

But here’s the most important reason I’m glad I chose to bushhog that pasture.

There is a place in the pasture where the fence line dips down a steep narrow hill.  There I found Ramona with her head stuck in the woven wire fence, impossible to see from any other spot in the pasture.  The poor thing.  I don’t know how long she’d been stuck there but from the condition of the ground where she’s standing, it must have been a while.  That pasture is thick and lush, especially on that hill, but she has trampled it down to dirt while trying to free herself.  She never cried, which is probably what saved her from coyotes.  She seemed very relieved when I helped her back her head out.

In 8 years I can only recall this happening three times, two of which were in the past few weeks.  We heard a goat crying one night last week, investigated and found Norma Jean stuck this way.  I hope this doesn’t become a regular habit around here.

There’s no reason for them to stick their heads through the fence.  There’s nothing on the other side of the fence any better to eat that what’s in the pasture.  But we all know the saying about the grass on the other side of the fence.

I’m glad–and I’m sure Ramona is too–that I picked that afternoon to do that job.

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