August 28, 2016 by Mike Oscar Hotel
We bought a farm on 30 acres here in Maine and moved in a two weeks ago. Half of it is open fields and brush and the other half is well forested and has been mismanaged for a long period of time. When unpacking, I decided to take inventory of what I have and don’t have to help me through the situation.
Lots of axes and a few handsaws. Don’t worry; there’s a 59cc chainsaw as well, which isn’t pictured. I do need to pick up a peavey. Somewhere in the move, I lost mine. Not sure how you misplace a peavey, but if anyone can do it, it’s me.
I took my first hike to the back of the property and into the woods. I brought the boys along, just so we could take stock of what resources we have back there and so that they could get a sense of what is now theirs. I figure we’ll clear brush and branches this fall and get in there to cut firewood this winter. I’m going to try to twitch the wood out with a small snowmobile. Our farm is currently being farmed organically by a neighbor. Here’s what he’s doing with the cabbage. You should see the tomatoes and peppers!
We hiked into the woods. Lots of conifers and most of the hardwood is small and young. We saw a lot of situations like the picture below. I was actually really excited to see so much blown-over timber because we’re going to need dry firewood and I don’t want to buy any this year.
Below, you can see newer growth coming up under older trees. Some of the older trees need to be thinned to allow the smaller ones to come up through. I’d say some of the smaller ones need to be thinned as well.
I saw a lot of duff disturbances like the one pictured below. I’m attributing them to skunks. I think they’re nosing around, looking for grubs or other things to eat. I suppose a bear might do it as well, but I didn’t see any sign or scat.
Most of the boundaries are defined by rock walls. This area is still farmed heavily and was back when the house was built in 1900. I love the rock walls. There’s a lot of work and character in them. Think about all of that sweat.
Many piles of deer scat. I’d like to think they are from multiple deer, but my feeling is more that it’s one deer that’s heavily haunting the area. I plan to get a game camera at some point to find out if we’re dealing with a buck or a doe. Doe hunting in Maine is on a lottery system. I missed the resident deadline by about a week.
No farm would be complete without it’s own swamp, right?
Not sure what the bone is from. If I had to guess, I’d say it was from a fawn deer.
Not a bad hike. Stay tuned. We’ve got a lot to deal with, including wormy apples, a collapsing roof on a shed, bush hogging and more.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike Oscar Hotel