The big old birch in the pasture only had one branch still alive and its centre was hollow. During every wind storm, a few more branches would break off. Dad made a stack of all the fallen branches and torched it on Saturday, then hours later he pushed the smouldering pieces inside the tree's trunk through the space at the bottom. It looked quite dramatic at times, with flames shooting out of the top of the trunk. A couple of times there was a loud bang as a big piece broke off and hit the ground. It took a couple of days to burn completely. When it was just a small pile of smoking coals, the llamas moved in. That's Jeff Jefferson monitoring the remains of the burn pile in the last photo. They love rolling in the ashes, but they didn't even wait until it was cool!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Posted by Val at 10/15/2007 06:04:00 PM