I’m sure I’ve mentioned in past posts that The Farmer is a bit of a firebug.
Well, remember the big tree limbs that fell on our house? He had all that wood to burn that he cut up and moved down to the bottom pasture.
This past Saturday there wasn’t much wind, so he decided it was time to set fire to it. He gathered up a bunch more little twigs out of the front yard to add to his pile and help get the fire going.
That seemed fairly innocuous, so I left him to his devices and kept working inside.
Later, I decided I’d check on him and see what he was up to. Well! What he was up to was not only burning his pile of wood, but burning off part of the bottom pasture!
It seems he decided since that area’s all swampy, he’d just let the dried weeds burn off. And there he was allowing a huge fire, and hadn’t even hollered at me so I could take pictures. Bad Farmer!
He had quite a conflagration going there for a while. The smoke was so dense at times, it made it look dark outside.
Our Farm Collie, Toby, helped keep watch to be sure the fire stayed within bounds.
I was amazed at how much racket the fire made.
I can’t imagine what it must be like in a really big fire, like a forest fire. The noise must be absolutely deafening!
The Farmer used an old broom to beat out any fire going towards the woods or rest of the pasture. It looked a little worse for wear by the time the fire was out.
It really didn’t take long for the fire to sweep through the swamp and burn off all the dead vegetation.
Fortunately, any little critters had time to make a run for it or bury themselves down in the mud. There was no evidence of any crispy critters once the fire burnt out.