This is where Hubby and others were fire fighting at the Bunyan Glider Clup on Australia day. He thinks it's about 100 hectares. As usual "someone" was slashing long grass on a hot windy day.
Hi Pat, we get prairie fires here every year. Usually started by people being carless or lightning strikes.
When I was about 12yrs, dad had planted a shelter belt of poplar trees at the farm. Well he burned half the trees a few years later. He went out with a propane bottle and torch to get rid of the long grass smothering the trees and the fire got away from him. But he did have a tractor and cultivator on hand to get control.
What amazes me is that every fall there would be some fields that dad would set the straw on fire after the combines were finished. Burn a hundred acres of stubble straw and never started an out of control fire. Just a shelter belt north of the house?
Stubble fields were set ablaze in Britain until legislation came in to make it illegal, in the 1990s, because of the destruction of ecosystems and air pollution, as well as the risk of damage to property. (My OH's aunt's farm cottage was destroyed by a stubble fire in the 1980s.)
Now some farmers want stubble burning permitted again, because some herbicide-resistant weeds are getting a hold in their arable fields.
Landowners still burn heather on the moors round here, to encourage new growth for the grouse to feed on. It's a contentious issue because it can destroy the peat, and also the reduction in vegetation in the uplands leads to faster run-off when it rains a lot (which happens often!). We get flooding in towns in this valley, so rich landowners burning the moors to enable "sport" for other rich people doesn't go down well, as you can imagine.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
Oh yes aym, we are sitting right on the edge of the North American Great Plains. If I look out my living room window I see the mountains and forests, out the east I see the treeless prairie. Summer before last the smoke here was so bad that I couldn't see three houses down my street due to the hundreds of forest fires burning to the west and across the border in Idaho and Montana.
The traditional enemies of my ancestors got their name, Blackfeet or foot, due to the colour of their moccasins from having to walk through burned out prairie.
Amazing pic everyone, love yours johnny and the insight you give in to your world, love the snow pics too
a roe deer my husband and i rescued for the police, from an underground car park in the centre of norwich, in broad day light. We managed to catch it in the blanket and then lift it into his truck and set him free ? No one knows how he ended up in the car park....
I was cleaning the house and laid the dog bed on the table whilst i cleaned the kitchen floor.....i didn't lay it on the patio as it had been raining, next time i looked my husbands dog max, had jumped onto the table and gone to sleep!
A church i helped my husband re-thatch in norfolk, well he thatched it, i carried the reed up....that was after we stripped off all the old reed, a very dirty job indeed ?
We had a roe deer in our town centre a couple of winters ago. Apparently it went under a long railway bridge from the woods where they live, in search of food in people's gardens and then got disoriented.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
Yes Liri i guess they do go wandering, it would have been dreadful if he had got back onto the road, norwich is a very busy city and he would have caused chaos!
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This is where Hubby and others were fire fighting at the Bunyan Glider Clup on Australia day. He thinks it's about 100 hectares. As usual "someone" was slashing long grass on a hot windy day
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Hi Pat, we get prairie fires here every year. Usually started by people being carless or lightning strikes.
When I was about 12yrs, dad had planted a shelter belt of poplar trees at the farm. Well he burned half the trees a few years later. He went out with a propane bottle and torch to get rid of the long grass smothering the trees and the fire got away from him. But he did have a tractor and cultivator on hand to get control.
What amazes me is that every fall there would be some fields that dad would set the straw on fire after the combines were finished. Burn a hundred acres of stubble straw and never started an out of control fire. Just a shelter belt north of the house?
Hi Johnny, yes at least your father knew what he was doing, not like the idiot in this case!
Stubble fields were set ablaze in Britain until legislation came in to make it illegal, in the 1990s, because of the destruction of ecosystems and air pollution, as well as the risk of damage to property. (My OH's aunt's farm cottage was destroyed by a stubble fire in the 1980s.)
Now some farmers want stubble burning permitted again, because some herbicide-resistant weeds are getting a hold in their arable fields.
Landowners still burn heather on the moors round here, to encourage new growth for the grouse to feed on. It's a contentious issue because it can destroy the peat, and also the reduction in vegetation in the uplands leads to faster run-off when it rains a lot (which happens often!). We get flooding in towns in this valley, so rich landowners burning the moors to enable "sport" for other rich people doesn't go down well, as you can imagine.
Oh yes aym, we are sitting right on the edge of the North American Great Plains. If I look out my living room window I see the mountains and forests, out the east I see the treeless prairie. Summer before last the smoke here was so bad that I couldn't see three houses down my street due to the hundreds of forest fires burning to the west and across the border in Idaho and Montana.
The traditional enemies of my ancestors got their name, Blackfeet or foot, due to the colour of their moccasins from having to walk through burned out prairie.
Amazing pic everyone, love yours johnny and the insight you give in to your world, love the snow pics too
a roe deer my husband and i rescued for the police, from an underground car park in the centre of norwich, in broad day light. We managed to catch it in the blanket and then lift it into his truck and set him free ? No one knows how he ended up in the car park....
I was cleaning the house and laid the dog bed on the table whilst i cleaned the kitchen floor.....i didn't lay it on the patio as it had been raining, next time i looked my husbands dog max, had jumped onto the table and gone to sleep!
A church i helped my husband re-thatch in norfolk, well he thatched it, i carried the reed up....that was after we stripped off all the old reed, a very dirty job indeed ?
What interesting photos, Loana.
We had a roe deer in our town centre a couple of winters ago. Apparently it went under a long railway bridge from the woods where they live, in search of food in people's gardens and then got disoriented.
Yes Liri i guess they do go wandering, it would have been dreadful if he had got back onto the road, norwich is a very busy city and he would have caused chaos!