Now the barn is alpaca friendly, the shearing’s done and the cria are all playing happily in the (very) long grass, I can get back to some serious bracken pulling. It’s best as an early morning thing – before breakfast up in the field, looking down as the mist hangs over Talog. The alpacas are about, of course, and curious as to what I’m up to. Sometimes Tyler will have a munch, which is not a good thing.
Fortunately he seems to be the only one of the gang who has a taste for the stuff, but still, the more I can get out the better all round. All in all it’s a great way to start the day. The field is full of life – flowers, insects, frogs, and because of the recent rain, the boggy bit up at the Fairy Dell is almost a small pond.
Anybody got a use for a ton of pulled bracken?