The weeds are high....and when I say high, I mean over 4 feet high in many places. The burdock was like small trees. It was, to say the least, a challenging time. I found my old shearing stand, which I was unable to bring back yet, because it's too heavy for me to lift and navigate by myself.
You can see the fencing that I was taking down in the background of this picture, in the middle - just that top line of the wire. That gives you a sense of how tall the weeds are, since the fencing is 48 inches high.
In the end, I was able to take down about two thirds of the T-posts that were there. Some were just too deeply pounded for me to remove. I used to have a T-post puller in Iowa, but I think it got left there in the end. I salvaged some of the page wire too - it's not cheap here, at least not compared to the cost in the US. I also brought a bunch of boxes in the truck - always hauling a few when I have the opportunity. So much stuff still to move.
You can see the ends of all my T-posts. Quite a good haul, considering that I was by myself in the jungle! I also brought my sheep "deck chair" which is really useful for doing hooves and other checks, including belly shearing. I brought some garden tools as well.
I didn't come out unscathed. I burst a blood vessel in my little finger which was exceedingly painful for a time, but it's OK now. I've got a series of bruises up and down my arms, and another on my knee. I fell over some wood that was hidden under all the weeds. I have had more accidents at that dreadful place than anywhere else I've lived. Still, I'm alright - no broken bones! Just damaged dignity!