One aspect of life on the farm that I have failed to document, though it has been a daily feature for the last few weeks, is the activity of the trail bike club that has taken up residence in the gulch between hoolawa rd and honokala. Seems like they have two sessions a day, from about 9am to 11am, and then again in the afternoon any time after 2pm. They are really loud. At first I felt like I had entered the Maui version of the Peter Weir film, "the Cars that Ate Paris", or more obviously, "Mad Max", but as with most annoying things I have gradually become accustomed to the noise. I guess at least they aren't breaking into any houses... of course, if I owned that land I might be less than impressed at the erosion issues... I do fantasize idly about getting dressed in camoflauge and hiding in one of the christmas berry thickets with a wrist rocket...
Yesterday I broke into the pile of e.robusta chips that has been curing in the swale above the citrus grove. Quite paranoid that I was picking up nahiku cuttings that had invaded the pile, I carefully sifted through it as I spread it onto the peanut cuttings in the citrus grove... Put the remainder that was choke with nahiku around the two oldhammi's adjacent who were also already choke with nahiku...
Made more peanut cuttings.
Got some calls about the tractor from the bulletin, so I cleaned up around it to make access easier. In the end the guy never showed up. Another fellow who is on Oahu right now sounds pretty serious about looking at it next week though.
Dug trenches to bury fencing for the fort knox chook pen.
Turned the chook/goat compost pile. Was impressed at the transmogrifcation. It was still quite gruesome, of course, but not as bad as my worst fears. Compost is a crazy, wonderful thing.