Monday 25 March 2013

If you Go Down to the Woods Today…


It’s the start of a new week and what better way to start then by putting up a new post. Hopefully the start of brighter things this week too as last week wasn’t the best and I had a few problems to iron out (I guess I’m more sensitive to car accidents than most). Also why I’ve been a bit lax on the blogging of late but I don’t suppose you want to read about my woes!
We foresters have been working hard in the woods clearing trees in preparation for planting up as part of a grant scheme. Starting a few weeks back now, the first task was to clear the area and fell a roughly square / rectangular area. Paul and Debbie had a tough job that week coppicing the trees and cutting clearing the brash.

Paul contemplating his next tree
Once the majority of the felling was complete the next task was to clear the fallen timber out of the way. What, you may ask was I doing during this time? Dragging brash of course! As you can imagine, once Paul and Debbie have worked their magic and the tree is on the ground there’s still the rest of the branches and limbs to cut up and sort before we can tackle the main trunk.
Once a tree has been felled and de-limbed (see, technical term that!), it’s muggings here who usually has to drag the umpteen quantities of branches out of the way. To be fair I actually enjoy it and often I’m assisting Paul or Debbie clearing up, but hey, we have to be dramatic sometimes!
Since we’ve been working to clear a certain area the brash went to the edges of the defined area or in some cases piled around any oak’s we were leaving. The theory is that at some point we’ll enclose the whole area with a fence to keep those pesky deer out. If you’re not convinced about the damage the deer (and rabbits… and squirrels… and voles etc) jump over to our sister blog and have a read for yourselves! Those deer!

Me with brash!
With one half of the clearing, well… clear, we took the opportunity to plant up with some remaining hazel we had left over from the new hedge. At least I think that’s where they came from, blast my memory! One thing we all learnt in that week or two was to make sure that the trees were planted properly. I mean, really heeled in and make sure they don’t pull out again properly! Like Paul says, do the tug test! Certainly after the problems we had after the hedge planting, I think we were all keen to make sure it was done correctly.
Planting up with hazel was a relatively simple task: Just plop your spade it, wiggle back and forth to make a hole, drop in your plant and finally heel back over. Hard work actually after we did about 200 of them in the first stint! With all the trees planted in that half we used large tree guards and a cane for support, to protect them from the wild fauna.
With the first half planted up, the next task involved clearing the dead wood to the side for cutting up and dragging out the felled timber for cutting and eventually stacking. The dead or seasoned wood we cut into logs to supply the farm café since they have a new wood burner to keep the punters warm. The only problem we have at the moment is that they get through a hell of a lot of it in a week!
The dragging out of the timber was initially done with our trusty tractor and winch until someone managed to stall it while in the woods one Tuesday, not sure who that was, cough, cough, splutter! Hey it was going ok until the timber hit that hidden stump, so technically it wasn’t my fault! Fortunately Paul managed to get it working again a few days later and we continued dragging out and cutting up.
Towards the end, Simon also got John into the woods to pull out the smaller lengths and to finish clearing up. John is a horse incidentally not some elderly volunteer we thought we’d drag into the woods! Yup, a big ol’ Dutch Draft who pulls out most of our timber ready to be carted away at some later stage. The good thing is you can’t stall a horse! Although you do have to be a bit careful sometimes. For John’s latest efforts (along with Justin) in working, check out the movie clip on this link: John working.
At the start of the project we still had the landrover and since the weather hasn’t been the best in recent weeks we’ve been taking the long way round and coming into the woods from across a ditch. This was fine until someone slipped into it one day when going for tea break. Yes it was me again; you can’t keep a good clown down! Unfortunately this was after we put in a bridge!

Bridge over the river why
Without the landrover last week it was quite a trek with John down the tracks and across the field. Boy was I tired at the end of that day! Anyway, with the area clear it was time to finish planting up with newly arrived hazel. Of course to cut down on the cost of buying in tree guards we had a new task to undertake this time: Making the tree guards!
Basically they consisted of a plastic mesh that we cut to size (35cm circumference) and then held together with cable ties. After much experimentation we settled on one tie in the centre of the guard to hold it together, with two loose ties on either end to tighten up later when they’re in place. Fairly simple task in the end I agree but a bit daunting when there’s 200 – 300 guards to make! Like the saying goes though, many hands make light work.
By the end of the week, we had pretty much finished the planting up and aside from collecting the timber and one or two other ends to tie up, it was done.

Photos supplied by Debbie. Except the last one I nicked from Simon’s blog, sorry boss!

Now, what’s the next job?

 

Monday 4 March 2013

New Forestry Team Member


This is a shout out to our newest member of Team Forestry, he’s just coming up for a week since he joined us and all is going well. It was a bit touch and go at first, his brother (or sister) unfortunately didn’t make the grade but after some careful nurturing and looking after by Graham and Olga, he passed with flying colours!

The first I knew about them was last Tuesday when we stopped by Simon’s sheep first thing in the morning with a couple of bottles. Expecting them to have moved on during the night, we collected two very cold little lambs! Wrapped in their plastic macs we bundled them to the vehicle, doing our best to keep them as warm as possible.
As we fed them in the warm, Simon pointed out the mother, which I failed to spot at first. All sheep look the same to me! Anyway, she showed absolutely no interest in her newborns and never even looked up when the lambs began bleating at the tops of their little voices (everybody, one… two… three… awwwwwwww!).
We had them with us in the Landover all day that day, feeding them when we stopped work for a break and checking on how they were doing. By lunch, one was perking up a bit while the other was still quite cold and straining its neck back (not a good sign). Unfortunately by the evening it had passed away.
Returning to work a couple of days later, I discovered that only one had made it since Tuesday. First off was feeding time for Larry (the lamb) in his make-shift bale home, which wasn’t that easy as he wasn’t taking it very well at first. He soon got the hang of it though and sat quite comfortably with Paul and Debbie drinking his milk.

Walkies!
After a hard mornings work, we returned to Larry to check on things. Graham arrived not long later and explained that he had been trying to get Larry up and walking, getting strength into his little legs.
It took some coaxing and lots of wobbling and falling over but we got there in the end! I think it was about this time that I was informed that Larry was a boy and not a girl of which I had been referring too all morning!
Still in his plastic coat (left) he seemed to tottering my way all the time, maybe it was the gloves or just the sweet words of encouragement.
Eventually though it was time for his lunchtime feed and the battle lines were drawn. Graham was in on corner with his freshly prepared bottle, which Paul was in the other corner wielding the warmed up bottle from earlier! In the end a compromise was drawn and feeding was shared by all and little Larry drank his fill on the fields of victory.

Feeding time...

At the end of the day both Graham and Olga arrived to collect Larry and bring him home for the next few days. With Simon away at the time it was feared that he not last long in an open barn; prone to the cold, foxes and anything else that may go his way.

Currently Larry is doing well, getting all the milk he can and enjoying his new home! I guess that’s one lamb that’ll do well.

Speaking of lambs, this weekend is the start of the Lambing at Wimpole, so if you’re in the area come along and have fun seeing the cute little lambies bouncing round the… er… pens.
A bit of free advertising for the National Trust there, can’t argue with that. Or maybe you can, who knows? I’m sure they’ll plough lots of memberships out over those few weeks to keep them happy!

As usual thanks to Debs for the photos.