I had been doing this in June, but we’re in the middle of vertical selection, so I’m doing this a few days before June. Brief review: we stump one third of our trees (in blocks vs. rows, which is another technique) in January/February to help control beetle and now rust and to give the trees a break from bearing fruit. It also keeps our trees a bit more orderly. It’s not like the old days when the child laborers had to tote around ladders to pick fruit from tall coffee trees. These are the posts from 2021 and 2020. I suppose if you aren’t really interested in coffee plants, these posts are worse than looking at photos of your friend’s children, grandchildren or pet.
After a few months we have “lollipops” and need to choose the three to six verticals for each tree which will live on and support all the fruit for the following two years.
It rained earlier today than usual, so work got interrupted. I went out after the rain took a break in the late afternoon to get some photos. (Click on an image below to expand it and scroll through the photo gallery.)
There were some chickens running around the land and at least one Kalij pheasant. I was trying to get a photo of the pheasant when a large pig went running by. I didn’t get a photo of the pheasant, but this photo is of one we saw at Volcano National Park.
We’ve been seeing pigs much more frequently during the daytime now. Our neighbor cousins are, as well. It’s starting to get dangerous to work in the land because there’s a momma pig with five piglets. Maybe we’ll have to start lugging around a pitchfork. If hubby throws a rock, they quickly run into the weeds. I remarked that we don’t even see the weeds wiggle indicating where they are. Hubby said it’s because they have tunnels. Before I went in, I wanted to get some photos of some pig tunnels. Then not too far away in a clearing I saw a big pig and a few piglets, each about a foot long. Of course, they dashed into the weeds. I heard big snorts from momma coming from somewhere in the weeds. I started to wonder if I’d die a pig-gored death trying to get photos. I called it a day.