Tuesday, April 01, 2014

This is the one day of the year, other than Christmas and New Years which are filled with most everything similar, that I hate to read blogs.

I suppose I could now declare Aprils Fools day and shrug it off as a poor joke, but won’t. I’ve looked into the mirror and seen all I need – I do that each April first just to keep some humility.

I mentioned this week here in the yellow spaces – Windows Live Writer uses a yellowish back ground – that our EMS and Fire Department has been busy. At least one call a day, many time more than three.

I know it is burn season and all, and that our farmers average age is rising and new boys are taking over the farms, but, damn, that’s a lot of fires to get out of hand. Even the insurance company is gritting their teeth over the situation. It has been a dry spring, following a cold and dry winter.cons

One of the things the farmers and ranchers concern themselves with is the Cedar. Both White and Red Cedar. They consider the cedar a pest and go to extremes to eradicate the stuff.

Matter of fact my neighbor is allowing one to grow on his side of the fence to accompany the twelve forty footers he has around his house. I’m un-happy and have plans to kill his miniature monstrously. I went up there the other day and eyed that sucker and figured that child molestation in it’s case was justified (it’s a young one, barely two years old, but I figure I can reach the base with the shears through the fence).

So I’m happy when tax moneys are spent thusly:

Cedar trees in Wichita parks, beware. There’s a mechanical beast coming your way that in seconds can chew you into tiny pieces and spit you out.

And as it eats its way through Wichita, the city’s new forestry mower is creating healthier prairies in city parks, greatly improving wildlife habitat, making it safer to drive and live near parks, and preserving thousands of gallons of water.

It’s saving taxpayers thousands of dollars, too.

“We’ve already paid for this thing multiple times since November,” Parks and Recreation Department maintenance supervisor Warren McCoskey said as he watched the mower turn tall cedars into scattered mulch at Pawnee Prairie Park. “We used to need a 20-man crew to shear, cut, load and haul cedars. Now we can do the same thing with one guy operating the machine and other watching for public safety.”

A natural pest

Eastern red cedars are native to Kansas, but historically they mostly clung to life in rocky areas where native grasses struggled to grow. That’s because where there was lush grass came occasional fires started by lightning or people. Unlike prairie grasses, which thrive after fire, small cedars are killed and consumed by burning grasses. With civilization came a suppression of fire. Cedars have been working to take over Kansas ever since.

Fast growing, drought resistant and prolific, cedar trees have been a land-use problem for decades. In ranch lands they shade out lush grasses needed by cattle and wildlife, and they often are managed with controlled burns.

Read more here: http://www.kansas.com/2014/03/31/3378646/new-forestry-mower-improves-wildlife.html#storylink=cpy


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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