Diary of a man and his woodland

A blog about a man's dream to own a small woodland.


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Sunny winter’s day and some tree felling

It’s been three weeks since the last visit. We had a holiday abroad for some winter sun and came back with the nastiest chesty cough and flu-like symptoms I’ve had for many years. My energy levels are just coming back and yesterday the weather was looking great for a visit. I desperately wanted to finish the felling of the sycamore in the N.E. corner where I am going to replant with oak saplings. First job though, was to finish preparing the Little Owl nest box I erected a few months ago. It needed a ring of tippex painting around the hole (I think this is so you can see if birds are using it withoug opening the box – they will wear it away quickly). Also it needed a layer of wood shavings placing inside. I was wondering if squirrels might have used it. No sign of them but there were numerous small bird droppings on the floor. Something small has been sheltering in it at night. I wonder what?

I have a new camera which has the facility to take panoramic shots. I took some on holiday and I love this feature so was keen to take some in the woods. This picture is taken from the NE corner where I have been doing the felling and shows the border with my next door’s plot on the left and pans right to show the area being thinned and the log pile from it.

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So to explain the reason for this work – why cut down healthy trees to plant some more? What you can see is a plantation of several hundreds of tall thin sycamore trees about 40-50 years old. This takes up approx 2/5ths of my woodland and is fairly boring. The dense canopy of sycamore excludes most of the light from the floor and so little else grows beneath it in the way of understory (small trees and shrubs) or ground cover plants (except bramble and moss and a few ferns). It was planted as a timber crop but has been neglected. Many of the trees are of bad form – stunted, forked, squirrel damaged etc and will never make good timber. So my aim is to gradually thin out the poor trees which will give the better ones more light and nutrition and so improve their growth rate. Then introduce some different species to add diversity and interest. So I picked this corner to start with. It already receives a lot of light from the east (left of the picture) which is thinly stocked, so I can take advantage of that by cutting into the edge of my plantation to open up a small coupe to be replanted. I have some oak saplings I grew from acorns two years ago and a few other assorted ones. They will need the extra light I have provided by felling and the ground cover plants should start to recover, having cut back the dense bramble. It will be interesting to see what colonises it this summer.

There was one large tree to fell that I have been holding back on. I was a bit scared of doing it on my own. I’m still a novice with the chainsaw and  I was going to ask someone to help me with it. Well I can’t wait much longer so I bit the bullet and cut it down on myself. It was always going to have to fall part way into the plot next door but there was a slot where no trees are growing, just bramble so I little damage likely if I could hit it. I’ve already successfully felled smaller ones into that area and the plan was for this one to go there too. The weight distribution of the tree was hard to assess as it had a forked trunk about half way up. I made my cuts where I thought they needed to be and it came down perfectly. Wow what a rush you get when that happens. There were three other trees to fell and only one got hung up in another tree. Not bad three out of four!

This is another panorama shot from the lower end of the sycamore plantation looking back up to the felled area at the very far end where you can see a V shaped gap in the tree-line.

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The weather was fantastic, sunny and hardly a whisper of a breeze. I sat on my newly felled tree trunk to eat my lunch.  A pair of robins appeared, one perched on a twig where the sunlight hitting it’s red breast made it appear to be on fire! What a fantastic sight. They were exploring my new brash hedge, hopefully looking for a nesting place. Nice to see my work being utilised by the wildlife. For a while I was literally in heaven. What could be more perfect than that moment, sitting in my woods on the tree I had conquered my fear with, watching the wildlife with the sun on me. Man, I wish you could bottle that.

So the rest of my time was mostly spent cutting up the trees and stacking the logs. Still a fair bit of tidying to do, then start planting. A walk with my new camera resulted in some more nice panoramic shots which I’ll leave you with.

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Dealing with brash

Bluebell leaves poking through

Bluebell leaves poking through

It’s been a poor winter so far for visits to the woods due to all the storms. So I’m behind in my plans for coppicing and thinning and was raring to get in there and do some work. Yesterday was the tail-end of storm Henry but the forecast looked mainly dry so I headed off nice and early. The tall plantation trees were clapping about in the wind which is a bit unnerving. Early signs of spring are all around and the bluebells are poking through nicely. I decided to try to finish off the thinning necessary in the S.W. corner for the newly coppiced hazel and clear up some of the big piles of brash I had left. There were three small sycamore and one ash tree to fell. I am pleased to say all four fell where I wanted them to with little damage to other nearby trees. This small coppiced area looked like a bomb site with logs and branches strewn everywhere so what to do with it?

Brash remaining from coppicing and thinning

Brash remaining from coppicing and thinning

Traditionally it would have been burnt but I’m not keen to do that. The branches are still green so would either need to stand several months to dry out, or require a big hot fire to drive out the moisture. The consequences of that are masses of smoke and damage to the ground underneath. So my solution is to use it to make brash or “dead” hedges. I’ve mentioned these before and there are several benefits. It creates an interesting feature which provides a home and cover for many different forms of wildlife. A robin kept me company while I was making it and might even use it for nesting with a bit of luck. It was hard physical work for my old body but hugely satisfying. I love throwing logs around and pushing and tugging at awkward straggly branches and organising them into some sort of rough order that can be seen as visual evidence of your hard work.

The result of my hard work - the dead hedge

The result of my hard work – the dead hedge

View from the inside

View from the inside

So most of the day was spent this way with a little leisure time in between to wander around, formulate future plans, see what’s been happening since last time etc. I spotted a very clear roe deer footprint. It was on an old mole hill that I had stepped on last time and my footprint was still visible. Quite an odd but nice feeling to know that the deer had stepped in exactly the same spot as me. Yeah it sounds a bit sentimental and soppy but really it’s more about feeling that connection with nature. I keep saying this to people who ask “well what do you do in the woods and why did you want one?” When you switch on your senses and really open yourself up to the natural surroundings, observing the signs of other life forms, you start to feel that connection. We are not apart from nature – we are a part of nature and we share it with all living things and that’s why we have to look after our planet and this is a small part I can play in that process. To be the guardian of that small piece of wildlife is incredibly rewarding as a human being. I hope that what I do there during my time will improve it in some small measure. Until next time here are a few more photos.

Roe deer print on top of mine.

Roe deer print on top of mine.

Regrowth from last year's hazel coppicing

Regrowth from last year’s hazel coppicing

A horse-hoof fungus finds new life on a well rotted birch tree trunk

A horse-hoof fungus finds new life on a well rotted birch tree trunk