Baymule
Herd Master
It’s April 2025, bought this place July 2022. Can’t believe I’ve never started a pasture thread. I only have 2 fields under fence, the back field fence row is a mess, most of it won’t accommodate a bulldozer because of drop offs from a few feet to a deep gulley, so will have to be hand cleared. That will be posted on my fence thread. This thread is about trying to build healthy pastures.
I have not cross fenced, but have slowly accumulated various things that will get me started. Everything is money, more than what I have so going is slow.
This morning I’ve been battling bull thistles. A few weeks ago, I dug up a lot of them, but not enough. I had to stop on thistles and slaughter 45 chickens over several weeks, and process them. Round 2 starts probably Thursday, I have about 50 to send to freezer camp.
Back to thistles, they are blooming and setting seed. About to blow all over the place, just what I don’t need. No time to dig up any more, but have to stop the reseeding of a billion of those darned things.
I sharpened up my machete. Chop and drop. A few days in the sunshine and wind and they ought to be dry enough to stuff in trash bags and get them out of here. As I pick up the bloom heads, I’ll spray the stumps with Grazon. I don’t like using poison but I’m losing this battle.
I have thistles that are 4/5 feet across at the base. I have thistles that are now multi crowned due to mowing. I have thistles that are almost as tall as I am. Tall ones, short ones, wide ones, fat ones, skinny ones, all are terrible. I hate them all.
I started chopping at 9:35 this morning, by 10:19, the middle field was chopped. I came in for a couple glasses of water.
Up close. Nice job of peeing on the thistle in the background, Buford.
Step on stalk, push it over with foot while balancing on other foot.
SWING BATTER BATTER!! SWING!!
Chop! DIE!
Me, 5’5” standing behind a thistle.
The stalks and roots are hollow. The big thistles are storing water in the hollow roots. What a survival tactic!
Done.
Water break is over. Gonna go chop down the driveway, then the front field. I HATE THISTLES!!
I have not cross fenced, but have slowly accumulated various things that will get me started. Everything is money, more than what I have so going is slow.
This morning I’ve been battling bull thistles. A few weeks ago, I dug up a lot of them, but not enough. I had to stop on thistles and slaughter 45 chickens over several weeks, and process them. Round 2 starts probably Thursday, I have about 50 to send to freezer camp.
Back to thistles, they are blooming and setting seed. About to blow all over the place, just what I don’t need. No time to dig up any more, but have to stop the reseeding of a billion of those darned things.
I sharpened up my machete. Chop and drop. A few days in the sunshine and wind and they ought to be dry enough to stuff in trash bags and get them out of here. As I pick up the bloom heads, I’ll spray the stumps with Grazon. I don’t like using poison but I’m losing this battle.
I have thistles that are 4/5 feet across at the base. I have thistles that are now multi crowned due to mowing. I have thistles that are almost as tall as I am. Tall ones, short ones, wide ones, fat ones, skinny ones, all are terrible. I hate them all.
I started chopping at 9:35 this morning, by 10:19, the middle field was chopped. I came in for a couple glasses of water.
Up close. Nice job of peeing on the thistle in the background, Buford.
Step on stalk, push it over with foot while balancing on other foot.
SWING BATTER BATTER!! SWING!!
Chop! DIE!
Me, 5’5” standing behind a thistle.
The stalks and roots are hollow. The big thistles are storing water in the hollow roots. What a survival tactic!
Done.
Water break is over. Gonna go chop down the driveway, then the front field. I HATE THISTLES!!
