Like that HUGE bonfire heap we built with all the branches from around the fields to free up our electric fence. It took us days to cut, saw and drag the branches across the field. Only to realise that perhaps it would be a good idea to use them for the deep beds. And for firewood. And for wood chips for the manure heap. Which meant pulling the heap apart and making bundles and dragging it up towards the stables. Or towards the deep beds. Ah, the hilarity of watching city folks run like headless chickens across a field.
Examples of learning by doing, undoing and redoing are countless, but I can't really complain. I get to spend most days outside, humming my way through chores in wind, rain and the occasional sunshine. :-)
|City folk taking selfies on what looks like an excavation site. In ski gear.|
*Apologies to all the real farmers out there. I really should be using citation marks around the word...