Sunday morning, Tryhena Harbour, Great Barrier Island and I am naked. Naked as in worn-out, tired, exhausted. I cleared a few small trees to allow more light to shine on a small orchard. This is not a fun job. The terrain always being uneven, rocks and small boulders hiding underneath thick kikuyu grass and no openings for the felled trees to fall on. After cutting the trees into manageable pieces, dragging them and cutting the canopies off, there is of course no open area to stack the logs nor the canopies.
One thing is for sure, my next chainsaw will be electric and it I don’t need a 52 cc engine.
Ah well, the fig tree gets heaps more light now and I only have about 100 more small trees to go… More about that some other time, I’m even to exhausted to write about it.
The great news is that I have been eating eggs daily since three weeks. It took my chicken much longer than anticipated to get into laying. Never mind, I’m getting two eggs a day and this will hopefully continue until next winter.
The chook pen is not a good design, perhaps this is why it took the chooks 6 months to actually rest inside the pen and not on its roof. But then again, the pen was already here and I’m trying to revive the site to its old glory (years of work ahead…).
I am getting various types of sea-weed from the beach and give them to the chooks to suss out. They eat the small organisms and generally distribute the weeds until they end up at the bottom of the run.
With a pitchfork, I transfer this “black gold” into a bag and disperse of it around the fruit trees. It is a bit of work, especially when you’re doing everything on your own, and I hope that I’ll get some top fruit this summer.
This is just another way of creating compost and although all my various efforts yield only a marginal amount of compost, I sincerely hope that it will pay off.
Other than this, I’ve got a handful of pictures for you. I better get back and finish the tree-clearing action I started yesterday and to top it off, I need to sort out firewood as well.
There is an old saying: I complained about the cost of a trailer-load of dry firewood until I cut and dried it myself.