Silage

File this under strange but true. 

Last year Jill dumped all of our grass clippings in piles between the road ditch and our southernmost east/west trail. 

All spring, summer and fall those piles of grass festered in the sun and rotted.  

 

Or shall we say “fermented”.

With the arrival of winter they’ve been covered with snow. 

Until now. 

The resident deer herd has been pawing the snow-off and dining on the clippings. 

Seems I’ve discovered how to make silage……