So we've had a persistent drought going on. The last month with above normal rainfall was last August. I made what I assumed to be a good season's worth of
hay back in December and was feeling pretty well on top of the situation. But hay is a supplement and a winter
feed, not something I want to provide in lieu of nutritious pasture. Stock don't gain weight on hay and we raise a beast every year for the freezer, so with only about half a hectare of grazing
land we need to manage feed budgets right down to the wire.
The grass growth slowed down in midsummer like it does in dry years, and I cut some of the coppice willows for feed. By late February we had about zero green on the paddocks and I was going down to the river every few days to cut willows. March was no better aside from cooling down a bit. I made the captain's call and rang our homekill butcher to come out two months early...better to move up the date since the situation was getting dire across the whole island. He sold me a bag of silage to tide us over until he could fit our beast in (every farmer in the district was culling stock by this point and all the freezing works were running extra shifts).
Then the pandemic hit, everything shut down, and it still didn't rain. We got a few showers,
enough to put a veneer of green on the place but no actual growth.
Trees were dropping their leaves by now from stress. The butcher had to sit tight and wait to get paperwork before he could travel and work, and when that came through his chiller packed up. So we got pushed back another month. More of our
shelter trees got pruned and I did some selective scythe work in the orchard blocks, and started feeding out the hay. We also picked a corn crop and let them forage on the stalks.
Roll on into May. Hay is about gone. We finally got 70 mm of rain in the first week. Grass is showing signs of life, but the soil is still dry. Butcher came the other day to do the deed, but
Spiderman (the steer) spooked and we deferred for safety and meat quality reasons. Never fear, there was one remaining block of corn to pick, so I did that yesterday and this morning I took down the hot wire. Enjoy this, Spidey, because it's the fat of the land.