Freezing weather, snow fall, some strong winds and a large herd of elk all have been rough on our fences so far this year.
The two dogs were happy to help check the hill with Mike. It was a chilly morning and he had to dress warmly in order to stay comfortable.
He found a few spots where the fence line will need some repair from fallen branches and where the elk had crossed without quite clearing the top wires, but so far, most of the fence line is in good repair.
The herd of elk that we have been seeing on this spot are about 40 strong and it would be nice if they moved a couple of miles farther into the Coast Range an left our hay/nursery field alone. We are finding that they like to bed down in the big hay field and are chewing up the grass with their hooves.
One this hike, Mike was only able to find 4 deer running around. The herd of elk had disappeared for the time being.
I live in an amazing part of the world. Our mild winters and comfortable summers with lots of rain produce a climate that is vibrant and constantly growing.
Reading about the history of this area recently, I came across some excerpts from diary of a fella that kept daily notes about the region. This was back in the late 1900’s. He mentioned that it was hard to find evidence of Indian population around here because the thick, tall stand of fir trees left little open area for homes. Continue reading
It’s official, we have now fenced the main herd of cows out of the hay field/pasture for the winter. The field/pasture will be opened up for the cows that start calving.
The field/pasture becomes a nursery field for the cows with new calves. They are able to stay on grass and not get muddy. During the wet and cold winter months the areas are off limits to the main herd in order to keep the grass from getting ripped up.
A temporary electric fence is a good and economical way to separate the pasture ground from the other areas of grazing.
Once all the cows with new calves are moved into the field in the spring, the temporary fence will again be dismantled until it is time for the cows to be pulled of the field in order for it to grow for hay.
Rounding up the main herd twice a day is not a particularly hard task. The animals know the sound of us, the dogs and the John Deere Gator. They know that if we are checking on the them, there will be a reward meal of sweet grass hay to go along with the round up.
On really warm afternoons, the herd will retire to the cooling shade under tall maple, alder, ash and hemlock trees. The thick brush that grows around the edges of the clumps of trees make for good side scratching and fly removal. It’s also a nice place just to hang out between naps and meandering through the shade. But it is also a hazard, for if the animals are not fed on a regular basis, the low fences that are barriers for the animals become more like suggestive boundaries rather the law.
Open range land can mean way too much freedom for the herd that is more comfortable and and much safer within the farm proper.
This calf stood right in the thick of things with his head down while all the other members of the herd had moved out of the brush and onto eating in the next pasture.
He waited for me to walk around him and urge him forward with a whoop, a holler and a lot of thrashing around the brush before he would move out of his hiding spot where he was so comfortable.
Let’s just say that our mealtime conversations are varied. Topics can range from dirt to sky, creatures big and small, inanimate objects, world or local events, the sublime and the Divine. The other day there was an unusual phrase spouted when there was a lull in the conversation, ‘We got us some no-jumping clods out there…’ Not only was that terrifically bad grammar, it did not make a lot of sense either.
I had never heard about no-jumping clods before, so I looked out the window to see if the soil should be bouncing around but was not.
All seemed to be in order out there.
When the phrase was repeated, I set down my fork and stared at Mike until he started to explain further. ‘The fences keep getting knocked down in the back of the hay field because we have some no-jumping clods out there.’
Ah, it was all clear now. Elk are a graceful animal when it comes to jumping. They can scale fences without a sound as they bound over the top. It is like watching a herd of sheep that bounce over an obstacle, single file, one after another until they are on the other side.
Apparently, we have a couple of visitors that do not care to join in on the jumping and prefer to just go right through the fences.
Mike had me worried about his sanity for a few moments, but I guess his statement really sums up our issue. Yep, we got us a couple of no-jumping clods.
Friends have commented about the amount of time we put in to repair, replace and maintain our fences. With 7 miles of fence on the farm, the opportunities for up-keep on the boundaries are endless. Continue reading
There is no easy way to clean out the muck, silt and debris off the barb wire fences that were flooded back in December.
Large logs had to be rolled away from the fence and even a washed in picnic table had to be removed. Mike and Josh spent several hours digging with shovel and with gloved hands to expose the wires before being able to fix the fence back to an upright position.
The silt was a gooey mess and made it difficult to work around the pokey wires. Blood was spilled during the day but most of us made it out unscathed this time. Many more areas still need repair before we can move the cows to forage in this field.