The fog this morning as thick as pea soup. A real Scottish Haar. Somewhere out in the gloom there are wild boar. They must be close by. I can hear the Sows snorting as they forage along the lane. The piglets squeal. Every dog for miles around can hear them too. There is a communal howling.
The PONs have never been known to forego a good howling. They join in, heads back, eyes closed. The full PON wolf howl. Angus has no idea whether the gates would stop an irate two tonne wild boar so the angelic duo are encouraged back inside. In return I get given the 'spoilsport' look.
The tree surgeon has cut the fallen oak into logs that are slightly too large to go into the stove. We have a barn stacked to the rafters with logs that are 5 centimetres too long. As the fog lifts the PONs are loaded into the back of the car and we head off for our morning cafe trip and a visit to the hardware store.
Angus looks at a variety of electric log cutters. The cheaper ones appear to be made of tin. I reckon they'd last all of twenty minutes. Some have what seem to be unshielded groin height rotating blades. The only sensible one costs $1400. I'll go on line and see if I can find a travelling wood cutter who'll come to the house and trim the logs. It's unlikely to be cheap but should be cheaper and safer than buying one of these monstrosities.
The hardware store have a special on walnut collectors. Oval shaped, rotating wire cages. You push them across the grass and the shells get caught in the wire. We buy one. The vet has phoned to tell me to watch out for decomposing walnuts. The warm weather has caused the walnut shells to turn black and rot. As they ferment they emit an enzyme that's highly poisonous to dogs. Another consequence of global warming.
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How to politely disagree with your best friend. You cannot imagine how much time went into drafting this tweet : https://twitter.com/KimDarroch/status/936239930459787264