Making A Pasture

The young man operating the forestry mulcher said we can't walk back there, it throws chunks 200 feet. It is chewing up trees and brush. We are so excited, it would take us a year to hack our way through 2 1/2 acres with chain saw and machetes. Then we'd have stumps, dragging to the burn pile, can't burn because it's too dry or too windy or a burn ban. Tons of hard work. We can't wait for him to quit for the day so we can walk back there and look at what he's done.
 
Bay, I was wondering if he could run by here just for a couple of swipes with that mochine....it would sure save us a bunch of work, too?.....;).....I know ya will be so Happy and Glad to have that all out of your way....and BJ will be very Elated to just sip his tea as he listens to the hum, chew, cruch and snap of the mess being reduced to chips.....:)
 
This is phenomenal. In 7 hours, half of the wood lot we called the horse pasture is ground up to wood chips. The bigger trees are left. In my mind’s eye, I see a beautiful pasture.
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The big logs were standing dead trees from the 2011 drought. They were dangerous and we had them taken down a couple of years ago. They were in such a thicket that we couldn’t get to them to clean them up. This is beautiful!

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