E.G. (elainegrey) wrote,
E.G.
elainegrey
I survived the day of the chipper with only more scratches on my arms and legs. And a thorn went through my glove and lodged in my thumb. And another thorn ripped my pants. Fie, autumn olive is quite the nemesis. And i felt a particular delight wrestling the fans of the large shrubs into the maw and watching it spray out the chips. I am delighted with the amount of chips we have to use. I put tarps, sheets, and the wagon in the way of the spray, and so had a full wagon to distribute yesterday evening. Getting more loads into the wagon will be less fun, but i am glad about the foresight of laying out the tarps.

They're not light.

Last night when i took Carrie out i could hear deer browsing about in the underbrush: three, i'm fairly sure. Carrie eventually barked in indignation, and the deer seemed not to care. Later i came back out, turned on the light, and called for Carrie -- this did cause a bit of crashing around. Deer are loud.

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