Sad Day: Someone else cutting my woodlot
I have been so busy lately, between working overtime at the steel mill cranking out snowplows, dealing with my pending divorce, finding time for my daughters visitation, sheep farming and running to New Hampshire every other weekend...something had to give.
Every time I turn around there are more attorney fees (apparently me 4 year old daughter needs one now), so I could use the extra money anyway. But the biggest reason I need to cut wood is that I get paid to graze certain areas of land, and the USDA fenced these acres in under the condition the wood would be logged off.
So Friday I took off some much needed vacation time for this week and hoped to cut wood on Sunday and today. By the time I got everything ready over half the day had gone by. Dejected I walked to my neighbors woodlot and talked to the loggers cutting that woodlot. With feller-bunchers and skidders they are going to come in at the end of the week and start logging for me.
This is the first time I have ever let anyone cut wood on me before. Its doubly sad because this is big wood, wood I have been saving for 20 years, but sheep pays more money than woodlots do, at least per acre, so the wood has to come off.
So it is a sad day, but more productive in the end I guess and the sheep will be happier. That is ll that counts I guess, happy sheep! :-)
(Here is a picture of the wood that will be cut. About 5 acres, but every tree will be taken "squaring up" the field.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"